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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