The Jam - Town Called Malice

Hoy dejo las dedicatorias...hasta mañana...me apetecía esta.

Me acorde el otro día de esta banda y como no había salido aun por aquí, pues siempre es buen momento. Iba a poner That´s Entertaiment, pero a última hora me decanté por este otro éxito ochentero, quizá por ese toque rítmico de sonajas...mola!! Quizá le deba a estos chicos de rock inglés una escucha más atenta, no tanto de su época más comecial, dentro de la New Wave, sino sus inicios más trasgresores dentro del punk de los setenta. Este tema se hizo muy famoso por aquella entrañable película de Billy Elliot. Muy bueno este Paul.

Por cierto, última llamada para aquellos que querais dejame una dedicatoria dentro de la celebración del tercer aniversario del blog...ya sabeis o en el post o en el mail...gracias!



"Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it's the one we'll never know
and quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
and - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
this town called malice.
rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
and a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
it's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
in a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
the atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
i'm almost stone cold dead
in a town called malice.
A whole street's belief in sunday's roast beef
gets dashed against the co-op
to either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
it's a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
it's at the moment bound for nowhere -
just going round and round
playground kids and creaking swings -
lost laughter in the breeze
i could go on for hours and i probably will -
but i'd sooner put some joy back
in this town called malice."