jueves, 2 de junio de 2011

El resarcimiento de los daños y perjuicios al alma

Who'll pay reparations on my soul?

Many suggestions
And documents written.
Many directions
For the end that was given.
They gave us
Pieces of silver and pieces of gold.
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter’s cold. Now
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain’t got no job (no job, no job).
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
And now that I want to be a man (be a man)
who can depend on no one else (oh yeah).

What about the red man
Who met you at the coast?
You never dig sharing;
Always had to have the most.
And what about Mississippi,
The boundary of old?
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter’s cold.
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?
Who’ll pay reparations,
‘Cause I don’t dig segregation, but I
can’t get integration
I got to take it to the United Nations,
Someone to help me away from this nation.
Tell me, Who’ll pay reparations on my soul?

Gill Scott-Heron




domingo, 15 de mayo de 2011

El timo de la libertad


The American Ruse

They told you in school about freedom 
But when you try to be free they never let ya
They said "it's easy , nothing to it"
And now the army's out to get ya
Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses
I'm sick and tired of paying these dues
And i'm finally getting hip to the American ruse
I learned to say the pledge of allegiance
Before they beat me bloody down at the station
They haven't got a word out of me since
I got a billion years probation
Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses
I'm sick and tired of paying these dues
And i'm sick to my guts of the American ruse

Phony stars, oh no! crummy cars, oh no!
Cheap guitars, oh no! Joe's primitive bar... nah!
Rock'em back, Sonic!

The way they pull you over it's suspicious
Yeah, for something that just ain't your fault
If you complain they're gonna get vicious
Kick in the teeth and charge you with assault
Yeah, but i can see the chickens coming home to roost
Young people everywhere are gonna cook their goose
Lots of kids are working to get rid of these blues
cause everybody's sick of the American ruse
Well well well, take a look around!
Well well well, take a look around!
Well well well, take a look around!
Well well well, take a look around!
Well well well, take a look around!

MC5



lunes, 25 de abril de 2011

Animalandia eres tú

Vos estim a tots igual

Tenc un zoo dins ca meva,
ses lleones se "jalen" sa penya,
ses goril.les mengen herba,
realment són bones ties

I ses àguiles marines
són més putes que ses gallines,
sa gallina diu que no,
que és més puta es gorrió

Perquè sou uns animals,
perquè sou es meus germans,
perquè sou tan irreals,
vos estim a tots igual

I es canaris sedentaris
tornen "locos" dins sa gàbia,
i ses guàtleres, què bones,
sempre n'he de dur de noves

I es mussol sap metafísica
i sa física no falla,
què difícil separar
ses coales des "coals"!

Des meus vidres entelats,
des meu cel insuficient,
de carrers abandonats,
d'arbres tan indiferents

Perquè sou uns animals,
perquè sou es meus germans,
perquè sou tan irreals,
vos estim a tots igual

Ses "mones" en es arbres
mengen plàtans de Canàries,
ses cotorres discuteixen,
es mussol fa tres capades

I de serps no en vull ni veure
que m'espanten ses clientes,
unes nines que se pensen
que la Verge nom Esteve

Perquè sou irracionals,
perquè sou elementals,
perquè sou de mar i cel
i terrestres com es fang

Perquè sou uns animals,
perquè sou es meus germans,
perquè sou tan irreals,
vos estim a tots igual

Des meus vidres entelats,
des meu cel insuficient,
de carrers abandonats,
d'arbres tan indiferents

Perquè sou uns animals,
perquè sou es meus germans,
perquè sou tan irreals,
vos estim a tots igual


martes, 19 de abril de 2011

Happy times for the bureaucracy


Government Center

Well we've got alot alot alot of hard work today
We gotta rock at the government center
Make the secretaries feel better
When they put those stamps on the letters

And they got alot alot alot of great desks and chairs
Uh huh, at the government center
We gotta make the secretaries feel better
When they put those stamps on all those letters

We gotta rock-a rock-a rock-a nonstop tonight
Uh huh, at the government center
Make the secretaries feel better
When they put the stamps on the letters

Won't stop until we see secretaries smile
We gotta see some office boys, they're jumpin' for joy
Tell old Mr. Ayhern (?), "Calm down a while.
You know that's the only way the center is ever gonna get better."

So let's rock-a rock-a rock-a nonstop tonight
Uh huh, at the government center
Make the secretaries feel better
When they put the stamps on the letters
We're gonna make 'em feel better
Oh look out

We're gonna help them out (Make them feel better - repeat)
Take all our equipment
Do rock & roll
That's right
Use that feeling inside, we're gonna transmit
Those secretaries will have to stand up, and not be able to sit
Oh it's gonna be fun, oh we won't get scared, we can't keep it down
Oh that feelin' inside we're gonna transmit it to life
Baby, aw modern dancin'
Yeah, yeah

The Modern Lovers


jueves, 14 de abril de 2011

Fandango republicano

Mientras que haya un hambriento
Que no hablen de igualdad
Mientras que haya un hambriento
Ya se encarga el capital
La monarquía y el clero
Que haya desigualdad

Como buen republicano
Tengo las ideas muy claras
Como buen republicano
Ya está bien de tantas lacras
Que llevan miles de años
Viviendo de otras espaldas

De cachorro lo aprendí
A orientarme con el viento
De cachorro lo aprendí
Ahora que soy perro viejo
Me es más fácil distinguir
A los lobos desde lejos

Se le nota en la mirada
Al que es tonto, tonto, tonto
Se le nota en la mirada
Y al falso con mala sangre
No le acierta la jugada
Ni su puñetera madre

Nos enseñan a matar
Mucho más que a sembrar un árbol
Nos enseñan a matar
Y los que nos revelamos
Sólo nos queda gritar
Ni guerra, ni dios, ni amo

El mar presume de hondura
Y el tiempo de su saber
El mar presume de hondura
El viento de su poder
La tierra de su estatura
Y el hombre no sé de qué

Le he cantado a casi todo
Lo que me ha dado que pensar
Le he cantado a casi todo
Y ahora le voy a cantar
A la que nunca existió
La paloma de la paz

Piden tierra y se la niegan
Tierra para trabajar
Piden tierra y se la niegan
Hay otros que piden más
Armas para hacer la guerra
Y a esos sí que se las dan

El Cabrero

jueves, 10 de marzo de 2011

You'll have to scream louder

Yes I know you're unhappy
Yes I know you've been crying
Can't you see by my eyes
That I've been crying too
But you'll have to scream louder
Because no one is listening
You can scream, you can shout
Don't expect to be heard
You'll have to scream louder
You'll have to scream louder

Children are playing
While we're building weapons
But our toys are better
'Cause our toys are real
And it makes me feel angry
I feel so ashamed

You'll have to scream louder

I've got no respect for
People in power
They make their decisions
From their ivory towers
And I feel a hatred
It's growing inside
And there's nowhere to run to
'Cause there's nowhere to hide
You'll have to scream louder

Can't you see that I'm crying?
Do you think I'm pretending?
Can't you see by my eyes
These tears are real
And it makes me feel angry
I feel so helpless
And I feel so ashamed
I don't know what to do for the best
I'll have to scream louder
Yes I'll have to scream louder

If your conscience don't catch you
Then something else will

Count to one hundred
Hope you don't get killed
The war may be over
But the next one's for real
You'll have to scream louder

You'll have to scream louder
And I feel so angry
I feel so ashamed

I've got no respect for
People in power
They make their decisions
From their ivory towers
And I feel so frightened
And I feel so violent


martes, 8 de marzo de 2011

Woman is the Nigger of the World

Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it...do something about it
We make her paint her face and dance
If she won't be slave ,we say that she don't love us
If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man
While putting her down we pretend that she is above us
Woman is the nigger of the world...
Yes she is
If you don't belive me take a look to the one you're with
Woman is the slaves of the slaves
Ah yeah...you better screem about it

We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she would be
Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of the world...
Yes she is
If you don't belive me take a look to the one you're with
Woman is the slaves of the slaves
Oh Yeah (think about it)
We insult her everyday on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she's young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of the world...
Yes she is
If you don't belive me take a look to the one you're with
Woman is the slaves of the slaves
Yes she is...if you belive me,
you better screem about it.

John & Yoko