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  • The Ex

    Il y a trop de choses à dire sur The Ex… 40 ans de carrière, près de 2000 concerts partout dans le monde, une vingtaine d’albums, des collaborations en pagaille, des projets annexes pour chaque membre du groupe, de quoi passer des journées entières à explorer leur discographie qui part dans tous les sens !

    Et parce qu’il faut bien commencer par quelque chose, voici deux vidéos live (à Ziway en Ethiopie en 2004 et à Budapest en 1993) et le clip de « Soon All Cities », extrait de leur excellent dernier album (« 27 Passports », 2018) :

    Soon All Cities :

    I can foresee it’s time to leave town
    I can foresee it’s time to leave town
    I can really foresee that this town will go down
    I foresee we’re all going to drown

    Soon all cities will have the same restaurants
    Soon all cities will have the same roundabouts
    Soon all cities will have the same governments
    Soon all cities will have the same accidents
    Soon all cities will have the same monuments
    Towns and villages will have the same oxidants
    Soon all cities will have the same roundabouts
    Soon all cities will have the same accidents

    I can foresee it’s time to leave town
    I can foresee it’s time to leave town
    I can really foresee that this town will go down
    I foresee we’re all going to drown

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  • St. James Infirmary (by Cab Calloway)

    Dans la première vidéo, une superbe version live de « St. James Infirmary » par Cab Calloway.

    Dans la deuxième, un « Betty Boop Cartoon » complètement déjanté dans lequel est utilisé cette même chanson (à partir de 4:20) dans une version studio enregistrée en 1931 par Cab Calloway et son orchestre.

    St. James Infirmary (traditional) :

    Folks, I’m goin’ down to St. James Infirmary
    See my baby there;
    She’s stretched out on a long, white table
    She’s so sweet, so cold, so fair

    Let it go, let it go, god bless her
    Wherever she may be
    She will search this wide world over
    But she’ll never find another sweet man like me

    When I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches
    Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat
    Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
    So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat

    An’ give me six crap shooting pall bearers
    Let a chorus girl sing me a song
    Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
    So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along

    Folks, now that you have heard my story
    Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
    If anyone should ask you
    You just tell ’em I’ve got those St. James Infirmary blues

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  • Leftöver Crack : One Dead Cop

    Leftöver Crack est un groupe de punk hardcore new-yorkais connu pour ses engagements et sa musique sans concession. « One Dead Cop », brûlot anti-flic, figure sur l’album « Fuck World Trade » sorti en 2004.

    En live à Tolmin, Slovénie, Août 2014.

    En acoustique, le 4 Janvier 2008 à New York.

    Lyrics (version album) :

    [Verse 1]
    Power abuse, authority misuse
    They kill and rape
    And it won’t be on the news
    But you’re the good one
    With the badge and a gun
    Braggin’ how you blasted
    Gunshot forty-one

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Policia!
    Lined up on the wall
    Policia!
    Beat an animal
    Policia!
    Kill and lie some more
    Policia!
    Conspiracy to cage the poor!

    [Chorus]
    One dead cop
    No more doughnut shop
    More dead cops
    Might make the hurting stop
    Kill cops (x7)

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Policia!
    Lined up on the wall
    Policia!
    Beat an animal
    Policia!
    Kill and lie some more
    Policia!
    Conspiracy to cage the poor!

    [Bridge]
    It’s a statement to the world, saying to the public, ‘Watch your ass.’
    The cops can come into your house at anytime. You have no more rights anymore.
    This is the world of big business, and if you don’t wanna playthe game you’d better be prepared to be locked up in prison or out on the streets.
    The cops are like another gang, only like, maybe the biggest, y’know?
    We’re all fuckin’ helpless. Fuck the police.

    [Chorus]
    One dead cop
    No more doughnut shop
    More dead cops
    Might make the hurting stop
    Kill cops (x7)

    [Outro]
    I never took such pleasure in a death
    A hatred born of freedom’s dying breath
    The police kill and then they lie some more
    In a conspiracy to cage the poor

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