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I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon


Scaringly actual


10 Gennaio 2019

Qualche giorno fa ho riscoperto un album che non ricordavo di aver ascoltato fino alla nausea, all’epoca.
Sto ascoltando di nuovo una delle canzoni di quell’album perché è del 1986, ma è spaventosamente attuale.
Enjoy.

The The – Heartland (Official Video)

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.

Scaringly actual


10 January 2019

A few days ago I rediscovered an album that I did not remember hearing until I was nauseated at the time. I’m listening to one of the songs on that album again because it’s from 1986, but it’s frighteningly current.

Beneath the old iron bridges, across the victorian parks
And the frightened people running home before dark
Past the Saturday morning at the 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
How the sun goes down again

Here comes another winter of the long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter waitin ‘for utopia
Waitin’ for free to freeze

This is the land where nothing changes
The land of red buses and blue blooded babies – This is the place, where pensioners are raped

Let the bums count their blessings while they count the money people can not express what’s on their minds
Nobody knows them and nobody will ever
Until their backs are broken and their dreams are stolen – And they can not get what th ey want then they’re gonna get angry

Well it is not written in the papers, but it’s written on the walls
on the skyline

But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed

Here comes another winter of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter waitin ‘for utopia
Waitin’ for the 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

This is the 51st state of the USA

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