Coses que escolt: Imperial Leisure

Fan una bona mescla: ska-rock-rap; són divertits, aferradissos i enèrgics.

(Amics des Reboster: aqueix és el grup de què vos parlava, ja em direu què en trobau)


Web:
http://www.imperial-leisure.co.uk/mainpage2.html
My space:
http://www.myspace.com/imperialleisure

Man On The Street video


Great British Summertime


the beast

Apples versionat rage against the machine de Rage against the machine

Una de les cançons que em feren apreciar el newmetal i similars va ser aqueixa. Aleshores ja havíem abandonat el malafama i havíem pres el tomb cap a Porto Cristo. Coses (sobretot) de les manacorines i petreres i, també, de la música que posaven pels Catòics (a Manacor) i a xibius com es Makokis i s'aigorràs. Tempus fugit...

Aqueixa excel·lent versió funk (i no sé què més) de the killing of the name ho m'ha fet recordar. Branca!

everlast

Si qualcú, fa temps, m'haguera dit que un dels meus discs preferits tendria el rap i el hip-hop com un dels estils bàsics que el composen, l'hi hauria dit que no tocava Mallorca. I si, a més, m'haguera dit que aqueix disc no seria per ballar, sinó més o manco relaxat, amb cançons que em quedarien sempre gravades a la memòria, sincerament, l'haguera enviat a pondre. Tanta de sort que no m'ho demanaren, perquè haguera hagut de mudar de parer i acotar el coll. Perquè Whitey Ford Sings The Blues d' Everlast (1998), una mescla de rap/hip hop amb rock i country més o manco acústic em va deixar meravellat i, des d'aleshores ençà, no hi ha un parell (mallorquí) de vegades l'any que no l'escolti. Cançons com Ends i, part damunt la resta, What its like, però també l'ambient i atmòsfera de tota la resta del disc.

Lyrics:


We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he can spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin' slob is all he replied.

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked the daddy's dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late He liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight &
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say, when you play the game

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like [X3]
To have to lose...