From “Plastic Ono Band”, in my opinion his best album, where the so-called ‘primal scream’ therapy is very evident comes the hard hitting;
Working Class Hero – John Lennon
As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and class less and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Luc�a y el sexo is a beautiful magic-realistic film starring Paz Vega by Julio Medem (Spain, 2002).
“… I can’t remember when a movie has moved me so much. It took a few days to write this review, because the story razed me and left me with nothing to say but wow. Really – wow. It’s a movie for men and women – exceptional and unique – that spells out a story we all have lived through, in some part or another. See this film and be inspired and brokenhearted in one evening. See it with someone you love.”
“Five Years” by Bowie from the Ziggy Stardust album is another off my all time favorite popsongs.
Five Years – David Bowie
Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.’s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I’d need so many people
A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn’t a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don’t think
you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years
For some 20 years I have been listening to his music.
If you ever get the chance you must go see John Cale. Especially his solo concerts are so intense and strong it makes most others look like weak imitators.
(I Keep A) Close Watch – John Cale
Never win and never lose
There’s nothing much to choose
Between the right and wrong
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Still things aren’t quite the same
Between you and me
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I still hear your voice at night
When I turn out the light
And try to settle down
But there’s nothing much I can do
Because I can’t live without you
Any way at all
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
It feels like it’s high time I went for some sun in my beloved Greece. Guess that feeling is not that alien to most.
Althought the weather there at the moment is not that good I’ll start dreaming of another Greek Summer Holiday.
From “Plastic Ono Band”, in my opinion his best album, where the so-called ‘primal scream’ therapy is very evident comes the hard hitting;
Luc�a y el sexo is a beautiful magic-realistic film starring Paz Vega by Julio Medem (Spain, 2002).
