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10.11.2013 Последняя запись британских провокаторов Chumbawamba «In Memoriam: Margaret Thatcher»

12.02.2013 BIG SOCIETY! (“Большой свет”) Перевод двух песен из последнего альбома Chumbawamba

24.09.2011 Что есть панк? (если этот вопрос уместен)

09.06.2011 Делать панк самому или со своими друзьями

27.05.2011 Протест средствами искусства

24.05.2011 На «Максидроме» поубавилось русских

19.05.2011 Первое знакомство с веселыми анархистами.

11.05.2011 Из истории Chumbawamba

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Cartrouble

Big tall courthouse, a clock upon the wall
A hammer on the table and a copper on the door
A judge in front and a jury at the side
A judge in front and a jury at the side
A judge in front and a jury at the side
And a Bible on the stand to say I won’t tell lies
Well it’s one o’clock, two o’clock, any old o’clock
Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god
Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin
In the deep south of America
Can the lady take the stand now? Blah, blah, blah
And how comes a black woman drives her own car?
And what gives you the constitutional right
And what gives you the constitutional right
And what gives you the constitutional right
To drive a car through a junction on a red stop light?

Well it’s one o’clock, two o’clock, any old o’clock
Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god
Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin
In the deep south of Yorkshire
Well of course I drove the car through a red stop light
But well, I thought that law was just for whites
I saw the white folks drive through on green
I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green
I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green
So when the red light flashed, I thought this must be for me
Well it’s one o’clock, two o’clock, any old o’clock
Just a fear of the people with a fear of god
Lancashire white girl tries to sing the blues
Well, I woke up this morning like I usually do

Charlie

All of nature in its place
By hand of the designer
Comes our Charlie spins the world
From here to Asia Minor
In between the Platypus
And perfect Aphrodite
Charlie come with opposing thumb
To question the Almighty

Over the river and over the sea
Through holy storm and thunder
Steer a course for a brave new world
Of common sense and wonder

See the dancing President
The congressman and teacher
Jumpin’ to the music of
The wealthy Midwest preacher
Charlie come with a brand new dance
Get on the floor and follow
Find yourself a partner and
We’ll swing into tomorrow

Over the river and over the sea
Through holy storm and thunder
Steer a course for a brave new world
Of common sense and wonder

Armed with truth we’re stepping out
Come join the worldwide party
Charge your glass and face the world
We’ll drink a toast to Charlie

Over the river and over the sea
Through holy storm and thunder
Steer a course for a brave new world
Of common sense and wonder.

Chartist Anthem

A hundred years, a thousand years, we’re marching on the road
The going isn’t easy yet, we’ve got a heavy load, oh we’ve got a heavy load
The way is blind with blood and sweat, and death sings in our ears
But time is marching on our side, we will defeat the years, oh we will defeat the years
We men of bone of shrunken shank, our only treasure doth,
Women who carry at their breast heirs to the hungry earth, oh heirs to the hungry earth

Speak with one voice, we march, we rest, and march again upon the years
Sons of our sons are listening to hear the Chartist cheers
Oh, to hear the Chartists cheers

Chase PC’s Flee Attack By Own Dog

(Woof, woof, woof, woooo)
Got my photograph taken with Elvis
Circled round the earth in a rocket ship
Found the world cup in a garden
And I must’ve saved a million drowning babies
You can imagine what a come down

Drug-busts and house fires
I didn’t orbit the earth to be bossed around
By someone wearing flares!
Ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’

Coca-Colanisation

So I think, I mean, it’s a nice sound

It’s a happy sound, and it’s not doing anybody any harm

Colliers March

The summer was over the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find
The times were oppressive and well it be known
That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down
‘Twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out
With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout
The prince of the party who revelled from home
Was a terrible fellow and called Irish Thom
He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill
And close to his elbow was placed Bonny (?) Will
Their instantly followed a numerous train
As cheerful as bold Robin Hood’s merry men
Sworn to remedy a capital fault
And bring down the exorbitant price of the malt
From Dudley to Walso (?) they trippet (?) along
And Hampton was truly alarmed at the throng
Women and children wherever they go
Shouting out ‘Oh the brave Dudley boys! Oh!’
With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined
The markets to lower their flattering design
Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get
Little else at their meals but potatos to eat
For bread hard they labor, good things never carve
And swore ’twere as well to be hanged as to starve
Such other feelings in every land
Nothing necessities coal can withstand
And riots are certain to sadden the year
When six penny loaves are three pound as up here

Come on Baby (Let’s Do the Revolution)

Come on baby
Let’s do the revolution
Six for the record
And seven for the t-shirt
A picture of the band and a ticket for the promised land

Watching all the bouncers
Systematically beating up the dancers
To the rhythm of a pocket of change
Here’s the group with all the answers
Vote for the party and keep your mouth shut!

Same chains of command
All the power taken out of our hands
Politics pays the piper in this company land

Come on baby
Let’s do the revolution
They say we’ll all be equal
When they take control
Vote for the party and wallow in our rock and roll

«Roadie! my guitar!»

Commercial Break

I’m the wife of the boss of the company
And I always make my husband answer to me
With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree
The main problem is, they’re not civilized, you see
Look at the way that they squabble between themselves
Rioting at funerals—they’ll surely go to hell
If you gave them nice houses, they’d only burn them down

You don’t get that in a white man’s town
And boycotting products won’t do them any good
You see they need the trade to help buy food
And when I visit my niece on her beautiful homestead
The blacks who work for her seem really quite content
So I’ll agree with my husband—let things stay as they are
That’s always been his motto, and we’ve gone far

Compliments of Your Waitress

The day drags on and stumbles
I’m far too tired to smile
From the kitchen to the tables
I must’ve walked a thousand miles
The man at table number seven
He’s not where he wanted to be
He’s far too tired, or he’s just been fired,
So he takes it all out on me
Takes it all out on me

Pretty young couple in the corner
With much too much to say
They don’t like a thing that I bring them,
And they send it all away
They look in my eyes when I apologise
Say they want it all for free
They’ve got the guilt of easy money,
and they take it all out on me
Take it all out on me

The dignity of labour
It never rang true to me
Where’s the pride in the nine to five
And the crook of the bended knee?
And a man wants my telephone number
So drunk he can hardly see
And I know in the haze of rejection
That he’ll take it all out on me
Take it all out on me

So take advice from a girl who knows
The next time you complain
There’s a hallway from the kitchen
Where I know I can’t be seen
That’s where I flavour the food I bring you:
Your steaks and your soups and your stew
Compliments of your waitress
I can take it all out on you
Take it all out on you.

Creepy Crawling

What a wonderful world

A loose door-jam, a light left on
The oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny-Go-Darkly
Come to spoil my party
Smell of faces lingers
Echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets
Steeped in creeping anger

Flatfoot comes poking
Compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar
Adding insult to injury
If only this, if only that,
If only in my guts
See my life before my eyes
Trampled underfoot

Creepy crawling, creepy crawling

All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?

Corvino, carrion crow
Skulking with his mobile
Slippery peat-bog eyes
Stick-on smiley smile
Small print like quicksand
Not a wooden leg to stand on
Sinking through my stomach
The ground beneath me gone

Free-fall, call Ophelia
Clutching at straw
Mixed with bloody feathers
From scruff of neck of crow
Johnny go! Johnny gone!
Too much drink in your tum-tum-tum
See this finger, see this thumb
See this fist and watch it come

Creepy crawling, creepy crawling

All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?

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