LONDON CALLING: (com uma vénia aos Manos Metralha). Para acentuar o carácter pluralista do Mar Salgado e num momento de fraqueza nostálgica, depois da carta de ontem, aí vai uma canção de protesto com 25 anos. Como todas as obras de arte de génios tem uma dimensão intemporal. Para quem foi teenager nos anos 80, estas palavras e o som duro e cru que as suporta serão, para sempre, parte insubstituível do nosso DNA estético.
London Calling to the faraway towns
now that the war is declared – and the battle come down
London calling to the underworld
come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us
all that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we aint got no swing
except for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the Sun is zooming in
engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
a nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning - and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it brother an’ go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
quit holding out – and take another breath
London calling – and I don’t wanna shout
but when we were talking – I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we aint got no highs
except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the Sun is zooming in
engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
a nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning - and I live by the river
London calling, yeah, I was there too
an’ you know what they said? Well some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won’t you give me a smile?
The Clash (London Calling 1979, 1999; The Essential Clash 2003)
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