LONDON’S BURNING: BANDA SONORA DE AGOSTO 2011


De vuelta de Londres. Allí este agosto se habla, a un año de la cita olímpica, de la muerte de Ami Winehouse y de los disturbios (riots) en la capital y otras ciudades británicas. En Candem, la casa de la desaparecida cantante está llena de flores y botellas de vino dejadas por admiradores en póstumo homenaje, los vecinos se quejan del ruido y escándalo que producen sus fans y lo comparan con la tranquila vida de la diva, sus amigos culpan a los medios, mientras los diarios van dando vueltas al tema de la causa de su muerte, la cantidad de droga que había mercado esa misma noche, el tipo de vida que llevaba y el que hubiese querido llevar, entrevistan a conocidos y conocidillos de Mrs. Winehouse, la BBC retransmite sus mejores conciertos y  se crean asociaciones benéficas y de rehabilitación con su nombre, etc. En fin, una lástima que todo acabe así en la mitología urbana.

AMI WINEHOUSE: REHAB

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know know
I ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go go go

I’d rather be at home with ray
I ain’t got seventy days
Cause there’s nothing
There’s nothing you can teach me
That I can’t learn from Mr Hathaway

I didn’t get a lot in class
But I know it don’t come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know know
I ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go go go

The man said ‘why do you think you here’
I said ‘I got no idea
I’m gonna, I’m gonna lose my baby
so I always keep a bottle near’
He said ‘I just think you’re depressed,
this me, yeah baby, and the rest’

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know know

I don’t ever wanna drink again
I just ooh I just need a friend
I’m not gonna spend ten weeks
have everyone think I’m on the mend

It’s not just my pride
It’s just ‘til these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know know
I ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go go go

Por otra parte, los disturbios  (riots) se generan en protesta por la muerte de un  joven a manos de la policía pero muy rápidamente se convierten en saqueos de tiendas perpretados por “looters”  adolescentes (la mayoría entre 12 y 18 años) que aprovechan que el monte de orégano arde bien para entrar a saco en los comercios y hacerse con  unas zapatillas nuevas, una videoconsolador o una pantalla plana. Sin romanticismo revolucionario ni background punk, lamentablemente sólo coinciden en el “no future”. Por cierto, un tercio de la población estudiantil de12 años no alcanza las “competencias básicas” (peores estadísticas que las de aquí, que ya son malas) y por aquí y por allá surgen problemas de convivencia y multiculturalidad. Léase al respecto el artículo de John Carlin: “Hooligans versus indignados”

La banda sonora  la ponen los Clash de “London’s burning” y “White riot” y resulta paradójico que otro magnífico tema del mismo grupo, “London calling”, haya sido utilizado como música promocional de los juegos olímpicos de 2012.

LONDON’S BURNING

London’s burning! London’s burning!

All across the town, all across the night
Everybody’s driving with full headlights
Black or white turn it on, face the new religion
Everybody’s sitting ‘round watching television!

London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning dial 999

I’m up and down the Westway, in an’ out the lights
What a great traffic system – it’s so bright
I can’t think of a better way to spend the night
Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights

London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning dial 999

Now I’m in the subway and I’m looking for the flat
This one leads to this block, this one leads to that
The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home
I run through the empty stone because I’m all alone

London’s burning with boredom now…
London’s burning dial 999

WHITE RIOT
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own

Black people gotta lot a problems
But they don’t mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick

An’ everybody’s doing
Just what they’re told to
An’ nobody wants
To go to jail!

White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own

All the power’s in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it

Everybody’s doing
Just what they’re told to
Nobody wants
To go to jail!

White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own
White riot – I wanna riot
White riot – a riot of my own

Are you taking over
or are you taking orders?
Are you going backwards
Or are you going forwards?

THE CLASH: LONDON CALLING


London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain’t got no swing
‘Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

[Chorus 1:]
The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
London calling, and I don’t wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain’t got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

[Chorus 2: x2]
The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this

London calling, yes, I was there, too
An’ you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won’t you give me a smile?
London calling

I never felt so much alike [fading] alike alike alike

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