Elvis Costello. Tramp the dirt down
I saw a newspaper picture from the political
campaign.
A woman was kissing a child,
who was obviously
in pain.
She spills with compassion,
as that young child's
face in her hands she grips.
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
coming down on that child's lips.
coming down on that child's lips.
Well I hope I don't die too soon.
I pray the Lord my soul to save.
Oh I'll be a good boy,
I'm trying so hard to behave.
Because there's one thing I know,
I'd like to live
long enough to savour.
That's when they finally put you in the ground.
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down.
When England was the whore of the world, Margaret was her madam.
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
the black tarmacadam.
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night,
isn't
haunted by every tiny detail.
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands,
all she thought of was betrayal.
And now the cynical ones
say that it all ends
the same in the long run.
Try telling that to the desperate father
who just
squeezed the life from his only son.
And how it's only voices in your head
and
dreams you never dreamt.
Try telling him the subtle difference between
justice and contempt.
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful
discontent.
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up
for punishment.
And then expect you to say "Thank you",
straighten up, look proud and pleased.
Because you've only got the symptoms,
you
haven't got the whole disease.
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can,
filled up with dreams then poured down
the drain.
Try telling that to the boys on both sides,
being
blown to bits or beaten and maimed.
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame.
Well I hope you live long now.
I pray the Lord
your soul to keep.
I think I'll be going before
we fold our arms
and start to weep.
I never thought for a moment
that human life
could be so cheap.
But when they finally put you in the ground,
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the
dirt down.
3 comentarios:
Una vez leí en una entrevista a Costello que decía: "Escribí esta canción para no tener que pegarle una patada al televisor cada vez que salían las noticias..."
Esta la blogo llena de fans de Costello, tendre que plantearme lo de escuchar de nuevo sus discos.
Besos.
Ojalá yo pudiera desahogarme escribiendo canciones, Carrascus. Yo me limité a apagar la tele hace unos años, cosa que recomiendo supinamente. Según Elvis (opinión que comparto), esta canción sigue la mar de vigente, aunque Margaret Thatcher haya muerto y sean otras personas la que gobiernan desde hace años. Las ideas siguen vivitas y coleando. http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/news/tramp-the-dirt-down-elvis-costello-defends-decision-to-continue-singing-antithatcher-songs-8706270.html
Addison, cuando abrí el blog no conocía a nadie que le gustara Elvis Costello. Imagina mi felicidad al descubrir tanta fan locaza en la blogosfera. Te recomiendo que escuches sus discos de nuevo, claro, qué te voy a decir yo...
Besos!
Publicar un comentario