Κυριακή, 20 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

Let England Shake-PJ Harvey (πρώτο μέρος)

Concept album, πολιτικού χαρακτήρα, σαφώς λιγότερο πομπώδες απ' το φαινομενικά ανάλογο The Wall των Floyd, και σαφώς διορατικότερο από άποψη ανάγνωσης της συγκυρίας (μιας και οι Floyd, ακολουθώντας τυφλά στα βήματα της απόλυτης προγνωστικής ανικανότητας του Orwell, έγραψαν και σκηνοθέτησαν άλμπουμ για μια ολοκληρωτιστική και μιλιταριστική Αγγλία τύπου δεκαετίας 30 το 1979, την χρονιά δηλαδή που ανέβηκε στην εξουσία ο νεοφιλελευθερισμός της Θάτσερ).

1. Let England Shake

The West's asleep. Let England shake,
weighted down with silent dead.
I fear our blood won't rise again.

England's dancing days are done.
Another day, Bobby, for you to come home
& tell me indifference won.

Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth.
Pack up your troubles, let's head out
to the fountain of death
and splash about, swim back and forth
and laugh out loud,

until the day is ending,
and the birds are silent in the branches,
and the insects are courting in the bushes,
and by the shores of lovely lakes
heavy stones are falling.

2. The Last Living Rose

Goddamn' Europeans!
Take me back to beautiful England
and the grey, damp filthiness of ages and battered books,
fog rolling down behind the mountains,
on the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.

Let me walk through the stinking alleys
to the music of drunken beatings,
past the Thames River, glistening like gold
hastily sold for nothing.

Let me watch night fall on the river,
the moon rise up and turn to silver,
the sky move,
the ocean shimmer,
the hedge shake,
the last living rose quiver.

3. The Glorious Land

How is our glorious country ploughed?
Not by iron ploughs
Our land is ploughed by tanks and feet,
Feet
Marching

Oh, America
Oh, England
How is our glorious country sown?
Not with wheat and corn.
How is our glorious land bestowed?

What is the glorious fruit of our land?
Its fruit is deformed children.
What is the glorious fruit of our land?
Its fruit is orphaned children.

4. The Words that Maketh Murder

I've seen and done things I want to forget;
I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat,
Blown and shot out beyond belief.
Arms and legs were in the trees.

I've seen and done things I want to forget;
coming from an unearthly place,
Longing to see a woman's face,
Instead of the words that gather pace,
The words that maketh murder.

These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
Murder...

These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.

I've seen and done things I want to forget;
I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot
Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun,
I've seen flies swarming everyone,
Soldiers fell like lumps of meat.

These are the words, the words are these.
death lingering, stunk,
Flies swarming everyone,
Over the whole summit peak,
Flesh quivering in the heat.
This was something else again.
I fear it cannot be explained.
The words that make, the words that make
Murder.

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