Hoy que me siento inspirada y he decidido colgar un clip del grupo The Jam en el que tocan la canción Town called malice que seguramente puede ser reconocida por aparecer en la película de Billy Elliot.
The Jam fue un grupo de rock inglés (aunque también sus canciones se basaban en el punk y New Wave) de finales de los años 70 y principios de los años 80. Fue uno de los grupos más populares de aquella época. Sus integrantes eran los siguientes:
- Paul Weller (1958)- Guitarra, voz. Compositor de casi todos los temas del grupo.
- Bruce Foxton (1955) - Bajo, voz. Algunas composiciones.
- Rick Buckler (1955) - Batería.
El caso es que esta canción llegó a ser tan popular hasta el punto de conseguir clasificarse número 1 del "UK singles chart". Aquí va el vídeo:
Letra:
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it's the one we'll never know
and quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
and - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
this town called malice.
rows and rows of disused milk floatsstand 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
it's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
in a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
the atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
i'm almost stone cold dead
in a town called malice.
A whole street's belief in sunday's roast beef
gets dashed against the co-op
to either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
it's a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
it's 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 i'd sooner put some joy back
in this town called malice.
cos it's the one we'll never know
and quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
and - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
this town called malice.
rows and rows of disused milk floatsstand 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
it's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
in a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
the atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
i'm almost stone cold dead
in a town called malice.
A whole street's belief in sunday's roast beef
gets dashed against the co-op
to either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
it's a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
it's 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 i'd sooner put some joy back
in this town called malice.
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