SQUEEZE

Estoy preparando una pinchadita para el próximo miércoles después del concierto de los Stems. Como supongo que esa noche no habrá demasiada gente en el Bolengo, aprovecharé la ocasión para centrarme en canciones no demasiado cañeras de la New Wave. Le daré cancha a los SQUEEZE, un grupo de la New Wave británica y a estas dos canciones de "East Side Story", el único disco que tengo de ellos.

Con esta hasta se puede bailar un poquillo (pero solo un poquillo) jajaja:



Ésta me encanta:



Hoy actualizo con SQUEEZE, además de por la pinchada, por que "Up The Junction" es la canción que más he escuchado esta semana. Una pena no tenerla original. Evidentemente, no es una canción que se pueda poner en una pinchada. Es raro que una canción tan lineal y sin estribillo me haya enganchado de esta forma. Pues venga, no se hable más, ahí va mi canción favorita de esta semana: ¡UP THE JUNCTION! Hipnotizado estoy:



TOMA LETRA...¡LETRAZA!:

I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain’t forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The railway arms we’re missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with stanley
He said I’d come in handy
And started me on monday
So I had a bath on sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she’d seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at 4:50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she’s two years older
Her mother’s with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction