Colori e parole
La creatura spesso disegna con la nonna, la mi’ mamma. Che a lungo insegnò proprio disegno. Così capita che la creatura ti mostri la maglietta col colletto blu oltremare. O ti chieda il pennarello ocra o quello indaco. In questi casi, mi scatta puntuale la madeleine delle tempere delle scuole medie: rosso carminio e vermiglione, marrone terra bruciata e terra di Siena.
Poi certo, tornando alla creatura: c’è anche dei colori difficili da dire.
C’è lo stinfenziatore giallo per esempio.
Poi c’è il mio preferito: il color rosa shopping.
Ring! ring! its 7:00 a.m.!
Move yself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too
Must get up an learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.m., the f.m. the p.m. too
Churning out that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme honda, gimme sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong kong dollars and indian cents
English pounds and eskimo pence
You lot! what?
Dont stop! give it all you got!
You lot! what?
Dont stop! yeah!
Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
Shes seen the ads, she thinks its nice
Better work hard – I seen the price
Never mind that its time for the bus
We got to work – an youre one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk
When can I tell em wot I do?
In a second, maaan…oright chuck!
Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss
Its our profit, its his loss
But anyway lunch bells ring
Take one hour and do your thanng!
Cheeesboiger!
What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin gypsies on the pavement
Now the news – snap to attention!
The lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge
Or a fridge in the car?
Like cowboys do – in t.v. land
You lot! what? dont stop. huh?
So get back to work an sweat some more
The sun will sink an well get out the door
Its no good for man to work in cages
Hits the town, he drinks his wages
Youre frettin, youre sweatin
But did you notice you aint gettin?
Dont you ever stop long enough to start?
To take your car outta that gear
Dont you ever stop long enough to start?
To get your car outta that gear
Karlo marx and fredrich engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint – but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence
What have we got? yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther king and mahatma gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win 50-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You be given the same reward
Socrates and milhous nixon
Both went the same way – through the kitchen
Plato the greek or rin tin tin
Whos more famous to the billion millions?
News flash: vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie
Oooohh…bub-bye
Magnificence!!
Fucking long, innit?
Doverosamente …Clash
Lo so che adesso mi consiglierai di aprirmi un bel blog perchè il mio post è troppo lungo, e sono consapevole che sei troppo well educated e tanto stylish… ma ricordati che c’è tanto bel trash a London
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