Aldarulls als suburbis (Mano Negra – King Kong Five)

Veient els aldarulls que hi ha en els suburbis de París he recordat els Mano Negra, ells ja ho deien:

"Paris is not a place to be"

I això va ser el principi del mestissatge? Amparanoia, Dusminguet, Zebda i molts grups més són hereus de Mano Negra?

Aquell grup que es va conèixer, entre altres motius evidentment, perquè els Kortatu eren amics d’una colla de joves immigrants francesos de diferents arrels que tocaven junts i reivindicaven un món millor.

Mano Negra – King Kong Five

Listen to the beat beat beat Of the song song Buzzin in my head head
Like a bum dum
Twist and Jerks they do the boogie
Like one big flop
They don’t know about tha soul wine habit club I sing my song and I’m a rocker
Burnin up with the PUTA’S FEVER
Paris Paris is not a place to be
For a little monkey, little frenchy chimpanzee Who’s never been on the scene "I never been on the scene but I can dream
That we" Standin’alive
We’re the king kong five
Doin’the king kong jive
On the Gabony boogie
Now what’s the matter with me?
What’s the matter with me?
I’m playin like shakin under the coconut tree

Una d’indis (Iron Maiden – Run To The Hills)

Ja feia temps que tenia ganes de posar els Maiden, un altre cop (1 i 2), en aquesta cançó ens parlen del genocidi sobre els indígenes del nou món en una mostra més de la crueltat de l’home blanc al llarg de la història:

"White man came across the sea

He brought us pain and misery

He killed our tribes, he killed our creed"

Els indis van lluitar, van resistir, van córrer cap a les muntanyes però finalment no van evitar que l’home blanc els esclafés. En resta el record de la seva dignitat i el seu valor, i part de la seva cultura.

Run To The Hills

White man came across the sea

He brought us pain and misery

He killed our tribes, he killed our creed

He took our game for his own need



We fought him hard we fought him well

Out on the plains we gave him hell

But many came too much for cree

Oh will we ever be set free?



riding through dustclouds and barren wastes

galloping hard on the plains

chasing the redskins back to their holes

fighting them at their own game

Murder for freedom a stab in the back

Women and children and cowards attack



Run to the hills run for your lives

Run to the hills run for your lives



Soldier blue on the barren wastes

Hunting and killing their game

Raping the women and wasting the men

The only good indians are tame

Selling them whisky and taking their gold

Enslaving the young and destroying the old



Run to the hills run for your lives

(repeat to end)

Pulmons i llavis (The Dresden Dolls – Sing)

"Sing for the teachers who told you that you couldn’t sing.
Sing for the president sing for the terrorists sing.
Sing for the soccer team sing for the janjuweed sing.
Life is no cabaret."

Sing


There is this thing that’s like fucking except you don’t fuck


Back in the day it just went without saying at all


All the world’s history gradually dying of shock


There is this thing it’s like talking except you don’t talk


You sing


You sing




Sing for the bartender sing for the janitor sing


Sing for the cameras sing for the animals sing


Sing for the children shooting the children sing


Sing for the teachers who told you that you couldn’t sing


Just sing




There is thing keeping everyone’s lungs and lips locked


It is called fear and it’s seeing a great renaissance


After the show you can not sing wherever you want


But for now let’s just pretend we’re all gonna get bombed


So sing




Sing cause its obvious sing for the astronauts sing


Sing for the president sing for the terrorists sing


Sing for the soccer team sing for the janjuweed sing


Sing for the kid with the phone who refuses to sing


Just sing




Life is no cabaret


We don’t care what you say


We’re invading you anyway


You motherfuckers you’ll sing someday…


You motherfuckers you’ll sing someday…


You motherfuckers you’ll sing someday…

No torneu Pistols!

Que ho facin altres grups em sembla bé, però que ho facin els Sex Pistols, dels quals el més important, a banda de la seva música, va ser la seva actitud i missatge (en un context històric del món i el seu país)? Que hi pinten ara aquests individus? A finals de segle ja ho van provar, es van ajuntar i treure un disc amb molta pena i poca glòria, deien que la seva intenció era únicament fer diners, no sé si ho van aconseguir.

Dit amb un llenguatge que ells podrien haver utilitzat en els seus inicis, són com una cagarada molt grossa que trepitges de bon matí. Si en Sid aixequés el cap no se que faria, potser s’hi afegiria, però potser faria amb cadascun dels components el que fa al públic al final d’aquest vídeo-clip.


My Way – Sex Pistols
(versió de la cançó cantada per Frank Sinatra)

El jove Chuck Norris

Quan en Chuck Norris era jove, quan encara no havia assolit la fama, també era un heroi, un home valent com quan va ser conegut. Aquest és un homenatge al gran home que ha sigut i és en Chuck Norris, un home entre els homes, un heroi. Per a tu Chuck, amb tot el reconeixement, respecte i veneració. Chuck, aquell home.


Young Chuck Norris
(un sketch del famós programa Saturday Night Live)


Legend has it he walks among us even now

Alone in a world between dreams and reality
Was he always a fighter?
Was he always a hero?
What do we make of the young Chuck Norris?

Norris used his hands and his feet
And he kicked and he punched with his hands and his feet.
And he kicked and he punched with Mr. Bruce Lee
In Master of Kara-ta-ta-tee.
And he kicked and he flipped some more
Back to Veitnam to settle the score.
Don’t forget Walker Texas Ranger
When he kicked and he punched his way from danger.

But, hey, let’s turn back time
To younger days (to younger days)
Before all of the fame
And mind games (mind games)
His deeds were no less strengthened.
A man among other men.
The legend of young Chuck Norris
Yeah!

Young Norris used his hands and his feet
And he kicked and he punched with his hands and his feet.
He also ran and jumped in the air.
He was younger so he didn’t even care.
Even before his Hollywood fame
He slapped and punched himself a big name.
He was known as Master Chuck.
His last name was Norris and his first name was Chuck.

Roundhouse kick
Chuck Norris
Death-Hold grip
Chuck Norris
Mustached lip
Chuck Norris
Tender kiss
Chuck Norris (Yeah yeah yeah yeah!)

Fathers let your daughters know
Dreams may come and dreams may go.
But a man like Norris never dies.
He lives forever in the children’s eyes.

Young Chuck Norris
This is my tribute to thee (tribute to thee)
Live on brave warrior
Into eternity.
Yeah yeah!

Tot un oceà (Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings – 100 Days, 100 Nights)

Encara que ho sembli això no és una gravació extreta d’un programa de televisió americà dels anys 60. No, encara que ho sembli la Sharon Jones no és una vella gloria del soul i el funk. I no, encara que ho sembli no és coetània d’en James Brown, Otis Redding o Marva Whitney. La Sharon Jones té aquesta veu i canta d’aquesta manera l’any 2007, aquest octubre mateix acaba de treue el seu tercer disc "100 Days, 100 Nights", després dels anteriors "Dap dippin’ with Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings" (2002) i "Naturally" (2005), i a més, està de gira, això sí, de moment s’hauria de travessar tot un oceà per veure-la en directe.

Senyores i senyors, ladies and gentlemans, amb tots vostès: Sharon Jones and The Dap-Kings!

100 Days, 100 Nights

Tots, alguna vegada, hem volgut tocar el cel amb les mans (Kwoon – I lived on the Moon)

L’altre dia, una nena de 5 anys em va dir que si miraves amunt i alçaves la ma tocaves el cel. Ho vaig fer animat per aquell petit individu i efectivament, ho vaig aconseguir, vaig tocar el cel. Després em va dir que fins i tot es podien dibuixar coses al cel amb el dit però que no es veuen perquè són transparents. També ho vaig fer, i efectivament vaig dibuixar coses, totes les que vaig voler. Suposo que tot és qüestió d’imaginació.

Magnífic vídeo-clip animat d’aquesta banda francesca: Kwoon. L’animació és de l’artista Yannick Puig.

No sé que n’opinarà d’aquest vídeo-clip un expert com l’Uff, m’agradaria saber la seva opinió.

I lived on the Moon

Segons la web del grup, aquest vídeo-clip explica una història:

"The story of a father, teaching his son the art of dreaming, to escape the cruel world he’s living in."

Lletra:
 

Dear little dad,

Here is the story of my life
I lived on the moon
I lived on the moon

Grey flying snakes along
The mountains of destiny while
The three tailed monkeys
Where drawing the stars

Light from the sun
And I hide myself
on the dark side
Alone?

I?ve run so far
To find my way
Then I dreamed again
Alone?

Dear little boy, listen
To the voices of your soul
It showed you the way
Of silence and peace

Follow your thoughts and fly
Choosing all the things you desire
Giant waves, fireflies?

Your dreams will be your only shell
Your secrets,
your hiding place,
my son?

Don?t let them try
to crush your brain
Let you go far?
my son.