czwartek, 27 grudnia 2012

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Chris Killip Angelic Upstarts at a Miners’ Benefit Dance at the Barbary Coast Club, Sunderland, Wearside, 1984

Bardzo lubię to zdjęcie Chrisa Killipa (przy okazji - to 666 post... a i też zapomniałem o zaznaczeniu 3 rocznicy powstania bloga, która wypada 3 grudnia...). 

Bardzo też lubię Angelic Upstarts... 

Zespół ten nagrał w 1983 roku piosenkę Solidarity, której tekst nawiązuje do strajków na Wybrzeżu. Co ciekawe song miał dwie wersje, różniące się słowami. W wariancie (pierwotnym?), jaki pojawił się na kompilacyjnej płycie Lost and Found (1991), w piosence słychać refren-aklamację: Dear God, Dear God, Dear God, let this strike, cruel strike carry on, co przypomina trochę solidarnościowy song, wykonywany m.in. przez Macieja Pietrzyka, ze słowami: Boże Nasz, Boże Nasz, jak ten strajk, jak ten strajk, długo trwa. W wersji z singla  z 1983 roku,  w refrenie usłyszymy natomiast: Give them hope, give them strength, give them live, like a candle burning in the black of night. Reszta tekstu też się całkowicie rożni. Co ciekawe, w tej naszej "solidarnościowej" tradycji Angelic Upstarts są niezwykle słabo obecni...

[Solidarity, wersja z płyty Lost and Found, 1991]

[Solidarity, wersja singlowa, 1983]

Angelic Upstarts

SOLIDARITY (wariant z płyty Lost and Found)

we the shipwrights and the dockers here we stand
and behind us every worker hand in hand
we'll get independent unions that are free from party minions
when we'll win we'll built a free and happy land

dear god, dear god, dear god, 
let this strike, cruel strike carry on
though they cling to depiction and want our crucifixion
we shall stand every pain 'til we are done

all our women and our children stand with us
and we'll stand come tanks, starvation, tear gas
we'll get independent unions that are free from party minions
nothing will deter the polish working class

dear god, dear god, dear god, 
let this strike, cruel strike carry on
though they cling to depiction and want our crucifixion
we shall stand every pain 'til we are done

wired camps, crooked courts, prison cells
swollen faces, broken bones and bloody heads
we'll get independent unions that are free from party minions
they can kill us and we never, never be quell'd

dear god, dear god, dear god, 
let this strike, cruel strike carry on
we shall stand every pain until we are done
though they cling to depiction and want our crucifixion

those who have and have not are apart
but don't explain 'cause you would not know where to start
face realities my brother only we can help each other
join with us and we shall give you some heart

dear god, dear god, dear god, 
let this strike, cruel strike carry on
though they cling to depiction and want our crucifixion
we shall stand every pain 'til we are done

dear god, dear god, dear god, 
let this strike, cruel strike carry on

many of those who were lucky to be free
will not speak, will not hear, will not see
they would help at (???) passion but are scared of repercussions
we'll fight alone as long as it need be

dear god, dear god, dear god, 
let this strike, cruel strike carry on
though they cling depiction and want our crucifixion
we shall stand every pain 'til we are done

dear god, dear god, dear god, 
let this strike, cruel strike carry on
dear god, dear god, dear god, 
let this strike, cruel strike carry on