Canción del lunes: Marxismo y Rock (y 6): ¡Fiesta final!

A pesar de nuestro cerril dogmatismo, terminamos este ciclo “Marxismo y Rock” con un par de canciones memorables que si bien no pertenecen a grupos estrictamente marxistas (es más, ni de coña, y ni falta que hace) tienen ciertos elementos de crítica de clase.

Espero que os haya gustado la serie. A partir de la semana que viene la canción del lunes vuelve a su formato habitual.

Pulp “Common People”

She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin’s College,
that’s where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said “In that case I’ll have a rum and coca-cola.”
She said “Fine.”
and in thirty seconds time she said,

“I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you.”

Well what else could I do –
I said “I’ll see what I can do.”
I took her to a supermarket,
I don’t know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you’ve got no money,
she just laughed and said,
“Oh you’re so funny.”
I said “yeah?
Well I can’t see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me.”
But she didn’t understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you’ll never get it right,
cos when you’re laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.

You’ll never live like common people,
you’ll never do what common people do,
you’ll never fail like common people,
you’ll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there’s nothing else to do.

Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they’re laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.

I want to live with common people,
I want to live with common people etc…

The Jam “That’s Entertainment”

A police car and a screaming siren –
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete –
A baby waiting and stray dog howling –
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking –

that’s entertainment.

A smash of glass and the rumble of boots –
An electric train and a ripped up ‘phone booth –
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat –
Lights going out and a kick in the balls –

that’s entertainment.

Days of speed and slow time Mondays –
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday –
Watching the news and not eating your tea –
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls –

that’s entertainment.

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning –
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol –
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard –
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays –

that’s entertainment.

Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes –
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume –
A hot summers’ day and sticky black tarmac –
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway –

that’s entertainment.

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight –
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude –
Getting a cab and travelling on buses –
Reading the grafitti about slashed seat affairs –

that’s entertainment.

Y como despedida…

Belle and Sebastian “Marx and Engels”

(Aquí puede escucharse la canción entera)

There’s misery in all I hear and see
From the people on TV
After their tea when life begins again
They’ll be happier than me

There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday
From the view I saw today
I took a bet inside the launderette
With a girl from Wallasey

She spoke in dialect I could not understand
But one thing that she made clear
There was no coming on to her
There was no way

There’s misery in all I hear and see
From people on TV
After their tea when life begins again
They’ll be happier than me

There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday
From the view I saw today
I took a bet inside the launderette
With a girl from Wallasey

She spoke in dialect I could not understand
But one thing that she made clear
There was no coming on to her
There was no intellect
That she could respect
If it couldn’t see
That the girl just wants to be
Left alone with Marx and Engels for a while
She’s writing in the style
Of any riot girl

9 comentarios
  1. The Jam si eran marxistas (o al menos declaraban serlo) en los 80.

    A Paul Weller se le conocía como el Dandy Rojo.

  2. Hostia, pues no lo sabía. Todavía mejor entonces, jeje…Gracias por la información.

  3. reyego dijo:

    Ahora se le conoce como el Jipy Rubio

  4. No, ahora es un glad, lo que viene a ser como un hooligan que viste bien.

    Reniega de todo su pasado y dice que admira a gente como los Oasis.

  5. reyego dijo:

    Qué malos son los 50…

  6. Con los 60 comenzará a perder neuronas y recuperará las esperanzas en la especie humana.

  7. De todas formas siguen faltando los RedSkin, no se puede achacar ni a falta de renombre ni de calidad músical, si dijera alguna otra banda con la misma estética y/o tendencias se podría aducir lo segundo (de bandas más cercanas al OI), pero estos eran unos músicos de solfeo y seguro que cuando eran pequeños sabian tocar todos la flauta de plástico con gran soltura.

    Eran un grupo de soul de calidad notable y más rojos imposible.

  8. Es cierto, pido disculpas. Tenía ya la lista de grupos bastante hecha cuando me dijisteis, tanto tú como Reyego, lo de los Redskin (a los que, confieso, no conocía, no estoy muy metido en ese estilo). Trataré de subsanar el error en breve: un blog marxistón que se precie no puede ignorar las reclamaciones populares.

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