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6-Billy Bragg “Full English Brexit” (2017)

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Buffo come il verbo più usato dalla modernità sia “condividere”: cellulari, social, post, messaggi di ogni tipo. E triste come il verbo che raccolga più consensi sia “dividere”. Da chi ha colore, provenienza, codice postale, squadra di calcio differente dal nostro. Così alla fine si condividono le foto delle vacanze da adolescenti e dei piatti che mangiamo, ma si appalterebbe il futuro in un attimo a chi ci garantisse di poter rimanere tra di noi (qualsiasi noi si intenda). Quindi è toccato ancora una volta a un cantautore inglese sessantenne dall’attitudine punk ricordarci, con la massima umanità possibile, quali siano i tempi che stiamo vivendo. Billy Bragg è il mio politico preferito sulla faccia del pianeta e io credo fermamente nel suo “socialismo dell’anima”. Ascoltatelo e guardatelo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07X_yk1v8S4

 

(canzone con testo)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=excoQ91vf2k

 

(versione live)

 

“Full English Brexit”

My neighbours don’t drink at the local
Or have kippers for breakfast like me
The food that they eat smells disgusting
They’d rather drink coffee than teaIt’s true that their kids are respectful
They gave me their seat on the bus
But it’s just that there’s so many of them
That I fear what will become of usI’m not racist, all I want is
To make things how they used to be
But change is strange and
Nobody’s listening to me

I cheered when our side won the Cold War
Spread freedom and peace all around
Now there’s folks speaking Russian in Tesco’s
It’s a shame the wall had to come down

I know some are fleeing from war zones
To keep their young children from harm
But my parents stayed put through the Blitz years
And me? I was sent to a farm

Yeah the sun shines, but sometimes
I don’t feel like this is my country
But to say so? Oh no
I never get no sympathy

Once we ruled over an empire
So it feels like some kind of defeat
To comply with rules drawn up by strangers
And measure in metres not feet

We don’t want to go but by Jingo
If we can’t be in charge, then we must
But don’t be offended, dear neighbour
It’s not you: this is all about us

But it’s alright, alright
I think I’ve found a remedy
Yes it’s alright, gonna be alright
It’s a full English Brexit for me