Es de The Jam del disco titulado The Gift el último de la banda antes de que Paul Weller se fuera de la banda e hiciera otra, The Style Council.
Qué mono es Paul Weller (centro xD)Es una de las canciones más famosas de este grupo, llego incluso a ser número uno en las listas inglesas.
Es una canción que es difícil de cantar para los no-anglófonos (como yo por ejemplo),ya que es muy muy rápida, pero la letra es un reflejo de la vida inglesa de esa época, con algunos asuntos como el alcoholismo, el desempleo y la falta de servicios de las ciudades pequeñas inglesas.
Es una canción que es difícil de cantar para los no-anglófonos (como yo por ejemplo),ya que es muy muy rápida, pero la letra es un reflejo de la vida inglesa de esa época, con algunos asuntos como el alcoholismo, el desempleo y la falta de servicios de las ciudades pequeñas inglesas.
El vídeo de los Jam de Town Called Malice
Igual os suena la canción porque salió en Billy Elliot.
Ahora os dejo con la letra, y espero que Paul Weller cante esta joyita de canción en su concierto de Zaragoza ^^
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
Cos its the one well never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things youve never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
But its 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
Its enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmospheres a fine blend of ice -
Im almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole streets belief in sundays roast beef
Gets dashed against the co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
Its a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
Its 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 Id sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
Cos its the one well never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things youve never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
But its 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
Its enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmospheres a fine blend of ice -
Im almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole streets belief in sundays roast beef
Gets dashed against the co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
Its a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
Its 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 Id sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.
1 comentario:
Me gusta cómo has empezado :_D
Y jajaja, nos parecemos a Bettie Page en el blanco de los ojos :(
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