
Des poètes beats aux beats des instrus hip hop, il n’y a qu’un pas chaloupé !
Dixième morceau de Zuunzug.


Des poètes beats aux beats des instrus hip hop, il n’y a qu’un pas chaloupé !
Dixième morceau de Zuunzug.

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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 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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