Апрель 26, 2017

"Железная леди, ржавей с миром"

Правление Железной леди запомнилось ее современникам дерегуляцией финансовой системы, приватизацией госкомпаний, войной на Фолклендах в 1982 году, введением подушного налога (poll tax), массовыми протестами и уличными побоищами, а также рекордным уровнем безработицы.

1. The Day That Thatcher Dies (Hefner, Album We Love the City)

 

2. How Does It Feel To Be The Mother Of A Thousand Dead? (Crass)

 

3. Shipbuilding (Robert Wyatt)

 

4. Between The Wars (Billy Bragg)

 

5.  Heartland (The The)

 

6. No Alternative But To Fight (Dub Syndicate)

 

7. Kinky Sex Makes The World Go Round (Dead Kennedys)

 

8. PROPHETS OF RAGE (Public Enemy)

 

9. Margaret On The Guillotine (Morrissey)

10. Anti-Pasti: No Government

 

11.  Maggie (The Exploited)

12. Fitzwilliam (Chumbawamba)

 

13. Stand Down Margaret (The Beat)

 
Бонус

Современная политическая сатира гораздо конкретнее, хотя не сказать, что радикальнее. Для сравнения пара песен, посвященных правлению Дэвида Кэмерона.

Andrew Lansley Rap (NxtGen)

 

Liar Liar. (Captain Ska)

 

 

Тексты

1. The Day That Thatcher Dies (Hefner, Album We Love the City)

We will laugh the day that Thatcher dies
Even though we know it’s not right
We will dance and sing all night

I was blind in 1979
By ’82 I had clues
By 1986 I was mad as hell

The teachers at school
They took us for fools
‘Cause they never taught us what we should do
But Christ, we were strong
We knew all along
We taught ourselves the right from wrong

Because those punk rock kids with punk rock kicks
Well it’s not their fault
And those hip-hop boys and heavy metal girls
No, it’s not their fault

It was love, but Tories don’t know what that means
She was Michelle Cox from the lower stream
She wore high-heeled shoes while the rest wore flat soles

And the playground taught her how to be cruel
I talked politics and she called me a fool
She wrapped an ankle chain ’round my left-wing heart

The teachers at school
They took us for fools
‘Cause they never taught us what we should do
But Christ, we were strong
We knew all along
We taught ourselves the right from wrong

Because those punk rock kids with punk rock kicks
Well it’s not their fault
And those hip-hop boys and heavy metal girls
No, it’s not their fault

We will laugh the day that Thatcher dies
Even though we know it’s not right
We will dance and sing all night

Ding dong, the witch is dead
Which old witch? The wicked witch
Ding dong, the witch is dead
The wicked witch is dead

 

2. How Does It Feel To Be The Mother Of A Thousand Dead? (Crass)

When you woke this morning you looked so rocky eyed
Blue and white normally but strange ringed like that in black
It doesn’t get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain
Maybe someone hears what you say but you’re still on your own at night
You’ve got to make such a noise to understand the silence
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can’t hear the silence
Even when it’s there, like the wind seen from the window
Seeing it but not being touched by it

We never asked for war
Nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it
We never asked for war
Nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it
We never asked for war
Nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness

CHORUS
How does it feel?
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now
Cold graves in cold earth
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes lost now
Empty sockets in futile death

Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice
Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood
Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had
You smile in the face of the death cause you are so proud and vain
Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

You never wanted peace or solution
From the start you lusted after war and destruction
Your blood soaked reason ruled out other choices
Your mockery gagged more moderate voices
So keen to play your bloody part
So impatient that your war be fought
Iron Lady with your stone heart
So eager that the lesson be taught
That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

CHORUS

Throughout our history you and your kind
Have stolen the young bodies of the living
To be twisted and torn in filthy war
What right have you to defile those birth?
What right have you to devour that flesh?
What right to spit on hope with the gory madness
That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

CHORUS

You accuse us of disrespect for the dead
But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride
Just how much did you care? What respect did you have
As you sent those bodies to their communal grave?
You buried them rough handed, they’d given you their all
That once living flesh defiled in the hell
That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

You use those deaths to achieve your ends still
Using the corpses as a moral blackmail
You say «Think of what those young men gave»
As you try to bind us in your living death
Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silent
In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence
That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?

1 2 3 4
We don’t want your fucking war
1 2 3 4
We don’t want your fucking war
1 2 3 4
We don’t want your fucking war
1 2 3 4
You can stop your fucking war

 

3. Shipbuilding (Robert Wyatt)

Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy’s birthday.

It’s just a rumor that was spread around town
By the women and children, soon we’ll be shipbuilding

Well I ask you
The boy said ‘Dad, they’re going to take me to task
But I’ll be home by Christmas.

It’s just a rumor that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The results of their shipbuilding.

With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls.

It’s just a rumor that was spread around town
A telegram for a picture postcard
Within weeks they’ll be reopening the shipyard
And notifying the next of kin
Once again.

It’s all we’re skilled in
We will be shipbuilding.

With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls.

 

4. Between The Wars (Billy Bragg)

I was a miner
I was a docker
I was a railway man
Between the wars
I raised a family
In times of austerity
With sweat at the foundry
Between the wars

I paid the union and as times got harder
I looked to the government to help the working man
And they brought prosperity down at the armory
We’re arming for peace, me boys
Between the wars

I kept the faith and I kept voting
Not for the iron fist but for the helping hand
For theirs is a land with a wall around it
And mine is a faith in my fellow man
Theirs is a land of hope and glory
Mine is the green field and the factory floor
Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers
And mine is the peace we know
Between the wars

Call up the craftsmen
Bring me the draftsmen
Build me a path from cradle to grave
And I’ll give my consent
To any government
That does not deny a man a living wage

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5. Heartland (The The)

Beneath the old iron bridges, across the Victorian parks
And all the frightened people running home before dark
Past the Saturday morning cinema that lies crumbling to the ground
And the piss stinking shopping center in the new side of town
I’ve come to smell the seasons change and watch the city
As the sun goes down again

Here comes another winter of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter waitin’ for utopia
Waitin’ for hell to freeze over

This is the land where nothing changes
The land of red buses and blue blooded babies
This is the place, where pensioners are raped
And the hearts are being cut from the welfare state
Let the poor drink the milk while the rich eat the honey
Let the bums count their blessings while they count the money

So many people can’t express what’s on their minds
Nobody knows them and nobody ever will
Until their backs are broken and their dreams are stolen
And they can’t get what they want then they’re gonna get angry

Well it ain’t written in the papers, but it’s written on the walls
The way this country is divided to fall
So the cranes are moving on the skyline
Trying to knock down this town

But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed
From this country that’s sick, sad, and confused

Here comes another winter of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter waitin’ for utopia
Waitin’ for hell to freeze over

The ammunition’s being passed and the lords been praised
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained
All the bankers gettin’ sweaty beneath their white collars
As the pound in our pocket turns into a dollar

This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.
This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.
This is the 51st state of the U.S.A.

7. «Kinky Sex Makes The World Go ‘Round»

Greetings:This is the Secretary of War at the State Department
of the United States
We have a problem.
The companies want something done about this sluggish
world economic situation
Profits have been running a little thin lately
and we need to stimulate some growth
Now we know
there’s an alarmingly high number of young people roaming
around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble
for the police and damage private property.
It doesn’t look like they’ll ever get a job
It’s about time we did something constructive with these people
We’ve got thousands of ’em here too. They’re crawling all over
The companies think it’s time we all sit down, have a serious get-together-
And start another war
The President?
He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro
Napalm
People running down the road, skin on fire
The Soviets seem up for it:
The Kremlin’s been itching for the real thing for years.
Hell, Afghanistan’s no fun
So whadya say?
We don’t even have to win this war.
We just want to cut down on some of this excess population
Now look. Just start up a draft; draft as many of those people as you can.
We’ll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on,
hand ’em some speed, give ’em an hour or two to learn how to use
an automatic rifle and send ’em on their way
Libya? El Salvador? How ’bout Northern Ireland?
Or a «moderately repressive regime» in South America?
We’ll just cook up a good Soviet threat story
in the Middle East-we need that oil
We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy’s hit squad
didn’t even show up. I tell ya
That man is unreliable.
The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one
Now just think for a minute-We can make this war so big-so BIG
The more people we kill in this war, the more the economy will prosper
We can get rid of practically everybody on your dole queue if we plan this right.
Take every loafer on welfare right off our computer rolls
Now don’t worry about demonstrations-just pump up your drug supply.
So many people have hooked themselves on heroin
and amphetamines since we took over, it’s just like Vietnam.
We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong.
Kept the war functioning just fine
It’s easy.
We’ve got our college kids so interested in beer
they don’t even care if we start manufacturing germ bombs again.
Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard,
they wouldn’t even know what it looked like
So how ’bout it? Look-War is money.
The arms manufacturers tell me unless
we get our bomb factories up to full production
the whole economy is going to collapse
The Soviets are in the same boat.
We all agree the time has come for the big one, so whadya say?!?
That’s excellent. We knew you’d agree
The companies will be very pleased.
8. PROPHETS OF RAGE (Public Enemy)
You’re quite hostile
I got a right to be hostile, man, my people are being persecuted!
«Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, run, run, run a power move on them»[Verse 1]
With vise, I hold the mic device
With force, I keep it away of course
And I’m keeping you from sleeping
And on stage I rage and I’m rolling
To the poor, I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffing, it’s nothing that we ain’t did before
We played, you stayed
The points made you consider it
Done by the prophets of rage
(Power of the people say)[Verse 2]
I roll with the punches so I survive
Try to rock cause it keeps the crowd alive
I’m not ballin’, I’m just callin’
But I’m past the days of yes y’allin’
Wa-wiggle round and round
I pump, you jump up
Hear my words my verbs and get juiced up (juiced up)
I been around a while
You can describe my sound
Clear the way for the prophets of rage
(Power of the people say)[Verse 3]
I rang ya bell, can you tell I got feeling?
Just peace at least cause I want it
I want it so bad that I’m starving
I’m like Garvey, so you can see B?
It’s like that, I’m like Nat, leave me the hell alone
If you don’t think I’m a brother then check the chromosomes
Then check the stage, I declare it a new age
Get down for the prophets of rage
(Can you kick it like this?)[Verse 4]
You back the track, you find we’re the quotable
You emulate, brothers, sisters, that’s beautiful
Follow a path of positivity you go
Some sing it or rap it or harmonize it through Go-Go
Little you know but very seldom I do party jams
About a plan, I’m considered the man
I’m the recordable but God made it affordable
I say it, you play it back in your car or even portable
(Stereo, stereo) Describes my scenario
Left or right, Black or White
They tell lies in the books that you’re readin’
It’s knowledge of yourself that you’re needin’
I’m like Vesey or Prosser, we have a reason why
To debate the hate that’s why we’re born to die
Mandela, cell dweller, Thatcher
You can tell her clear the way for the prophets of rage
(Power of the people you say)[Verse 5]
It’s raw and keeping you on the floor
Its soul and keeping you in control
It’s part two cause I’m pumping what you’re used to
Until the whole Juice Crew gets me in my goose down
I do the rebel yell (and I’m the Duracell)
Call it plain insane, brothers causing me pain
When a brother’s a victim
And the sellers a dweller in a cage
(Yo, run the acapella G)
(Power of the people say)You’re quite hostile

 

9. Margaret On The Guillotine

The kind people
Have a wonderful dream
Margaret on the guillotine
Cause people like you
Make me feel so tired
When will you die?
When will you die?
When will you die?
When will you die?
When will you die?And people like you
Make me feel so old inside
Please dieAnd kind people
Do not shelter this dream
Make it real
Make the dream real
Make the dream real
Make it real
Make the dream real
Make it real
10. Anti-Pasti: No Government
You’re paying for your majesty
She’s having fun
She don’t join the army
And she don’t get a gun
You’re paying for your civvies
Now what are they for?
They never count the killings
Hiroshima ’84
Brew your own it’s about to ferment
No maggie thatcher and no government

11.   Maggie (The Exploited)

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Twenty five quid to live on
Seven days a week to survive
Five and twenty pictures of the queen
You won’t see the starvation in her eyes
Twenty five quid to dish out
And you’re already ten in debt
So with fifteen singles left over
The landlord gets the rent

Maggie, Maggie you cunt Maggie, Maggie you cunt Maggie
Maggie you cunt Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie you fucking cunt

Twenty five reasons for trouble
Three million mouths to feed
They’re destroying your mind and body
While they increase their own needs
Twenty five quid of insult
Two meals soon kills your health
They want to see you suffer
They want to see you dead

[Repeat verses 1&2]
Fuck you Maggie

12. Fitzwilliam (Chumbawamba)

Smiles for the cameras as the miners return
They say no one has lost and no one has gained
But wiser and stronger the people have changed
And it won’t be the same in the village again
Twelve months of bribery, twelve months of lies
Cops in the village to truncheon your bride
Scabs down the back roads to break up the strike
Come out of your houses—there’s a war on outside
Attacked in the village, attacked in the courts
Sacked for refusing to bow to their lords
Less than a whisper from Commons and Lords
Retreats from the front when they most need support
Woman and woman in opposing extremes
Between man-made heaven and popular dreams
Between twisted detachment and learning to breathe
One locks the prison one sets herself free
Smiles for the cameras as the miners return
They say no one has lost and no one has gained
But wiser and stronger the people have changed
And it won’t be the same in Fitzwilliam again
Cage and canary are left in the mine
Canary still sings as machinery dies
Song breaks the bars which imprison its life
Flies from the pit shaft and into the skies

13. Stand Down Margaret (The Beat)

I said I see no joy, I see only sorrow
I see no chance of your bright new tomorrow

[Chorus]
So stand down Margaret, stand down please, stand down
I say stand down Margaret, stand down please, stand down

Stand down Margaret, stand down please, stand down Margaret
I say stand down Margaret, stand down please, stand down

[Ranking Roger: Verse 1]
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever get the chance
Just to sing to my children in a holiday jam
Our lives seem petty in your cold gray hands
Would you give a second thought, would you ever give a damn?

I doubt it
Stand down Margaret
Everybody shout it
Stand down Margaret

[Ranking Roger: Verse 2]
(Why?) Cause too much war in the city, yeah
Said too much war in the city, war
I tell you said love and unity, the only way
Love and unity, the only way

Work, white law
Shell shock, world war

[Chorus]
Stand down please
Stand down Margaret, stand down please, stand down Margaret
I say stand down Margaret, stand down please, stand down Margaret
Stand down Margaret, stand down please, stand down Margaret
I say stand down Margaret, stand down please, stand down Margaret

Бонус

Andrew Lansley Rap (NxtGen)

Chorus:
Andrew Lansley, greedy
Andrew Lansley, tosser
The NHS is not for sale you grey haired manky codger. (x4)

So the budget of the PCTs, he wants to hand to the GPs
Oh please. Dumb geeks are going to buy from any willing provider
Get care from private companies
They saw the pie and they want a piece;
Got their eyes on the Ps like mice for the cheese
I talk truth when I ride the beat
You talk shite when you speak
See money when you close your eyes to sleep

So fall back — your face looks like a shrivelled up ball sack
The stuff that you say is bull crap
I’m sure Andy Pandy snorts crack
Health minister, I mean sinister
You know your public will finish you
Is your brain really that miniature?
Give yourself an enema

Made filthy rich by those who represent Walkers Crisps
Mars and Pizza Hut, proved you’re a health slut
And you’re always talking shit
A hundred and thirty-four pound an hour every week
That’s quite a lot of quids;
And you came to the conclusion that the food industry should be a little less strict

Scandal disclosed that you flipped your second home
You said your claims were within the rules
Filled your pockets, took us for jokes;
How would you cope when broke folk get ill
Injured and broke
But don’t have the dough
To get their life back on the road
So poor die slow, and the rich take control

(Chorus x 4)

Lansley’s white paper: «Liberating the NHS»
Sets out a plan where we’ll become more like the U.S
And Care will be farmed out to private companies
Who will sell their service to the NHS via GPs
Who will have more to do with service purchase arrangements
Than anything to do with seeing their patients

He’s been given cash
By John Nash
Chairman of Care UK:
A private healthcare provider
Who, if they have their way
Will be the biggest beneficiaries
Of Conservative Lib Dem policies
To privatise healthcare and pull apart the welfare state

These plans have been slagged by patient organisations
Charities, unions
Nursing and medical institutions
The Royal College of GPs even joined the attack
Looked closely at the proposals and said they were crap
Say yes for the NHS
Andrew Lansley can suck on David Cameron’s breast
His quest is for the rich to pay less
And the poor have to stress
It’ll be one big mess

 

Liar Liar. (Captain Ska)

*(George Osborne speaking): «I want my children to think our generation paid off its debts, valued its savers, rewarded responsibility, and invested in their future. And because I want it for my children, I want it for your children too. I want it for everyone’s children. Because we are all in this together».

Singing:
(Chorus x2)
He’s a liar liar
Oh, he’s a liar liar
Oh you can’t trust him
No no no no

Verse:
We all know politicians like telling lies
Big ones, little ones, porkie pies.
Saying we’re in it together
 won’t disguise
We’re all being taken for a ride.
Little men from little society
Telling us a bigger Big Society
Take the pinstriped suits and show them the door.
Cut the rich, not the poor.

(Nick Clegg speaking): «We’re achieving some great things already in this government. I hope each and every one of you is as proud as I am of what we’ve already achieved. We are finally putting liberal values at the heart of British government».

Singing:
(Chorus x2)
If you buy an apple but you get a pear
You would complain it would not be fair,
So if you vote for the Left and they turn to the Right,
It’s your duty to put up a fight
Even though the votes have long been cast
It’s still possible to make your mark.
Do everything in your power, you got
People rise up, overturn their plan.

(David Cameron speaking): «This government will not cut the deficit in a way that hurts those we most need to help, in a way that divides our country, or in a way that undermines the spirit and ethos of our vital public services».

(Margaret Thatcher speaking): «This government is pursuing the only policy which gives any hope of bringing our people back to real and lasting employment».

(David Cameron): «This government-»
(Margaret Thatcher): «This government-»
(David Cameron): «This government-»
(Margaret Thatcher): «This government-»

(David Cameron and Margaret Thatcher): «This government-
This government-
This government-
This government-»

Singing:
Is a liar liar
Oh, is a liar liar
Oh, no no no no (x3)

He’s a liar liar,
Oh, he’s a liar liar,
You can’t trust him,
no no no no (x2)

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