Και Τώρα, Ένα Τραγούδι Για Την Ελληνική Κρίση Από Μέλος Των Arcade Fire. Λέγεται "Καθαρά Δευτέρα".

Ο Γουιλ Μπάτλερ των Arcade Fire αυτή την εβδομάδα γράφει τραγούδια εμπνευσμένα από άρθρα του Guardian, και αυτό εδώ το liveblog τον ενέπνευσε να γράψει το πρώτο του τραγούδι για την ελληνική κρίση, το παρακάτω (κάπως ανυπόφορο) κομμάτι, που λέγεται "Clean Monday". Επειδή τη μέρα που βγήκε ήταν η Καθαρά Δευτέρα.

Εδώ ο Μπάτλερ γράφει πόσο συμπαθεί τον Υπ.Οικ. μας και πόσο μας υποστηρίζει, αλλά δεν σας το έβαλα γι' αυτό το λόγο. Σας το έβαλα αυτό το πράγμα εδώ επειδή ήθελα να σας δείξω το εξής σχόλιο του σχολιαστή στο Soundcloud, ένα μικρό αριστούργημα:

Sounds like Yanis Varoufakis gets home & takes his leathers off & you think he's gonna stop there but then he undoes three buttons on his shirt & fixes the camera in a stare with eyes that have powerlessly witnessed a thousand preventable cataclysms, then proceeds to do the twist, his limbs moving in effeminate passion, yet violently, he is quite alone, dancing with the triumph of obtained agency, not certain success. In a good way.

Εδώ οι στίχοι (ελιππείς, από το Genius), οι οποίοι δε βγάζουν νόημα:

You know it's 9AM

And I, and I've been waiting for you wondering where you might sit

I got the guards out just in case it's true

But you know I know you wouldn't do it

Why don't you sit down and take, and take a breath

And if you think you're headed for the cross

But take your robe off

Take out, take out your thumbs

It's just about some money loss

And if the children, they keep crying

And if they stumble out into to the streets

And if the old men grab the [?]

And mumble something about how they would never retreat

You tell them:

It's just, it's just the winter turning into spring

And when the sun comes

When you keep them waiting

Now just waiting for the bell to ring

And if the streets begin to crumble

And the poor begin to wash away

And the children lose their culture

Well, it's happened before and it will be okay

You know we're not scared

Of what, of what is coming

Of what is coming from the streets

You know we're not scared

Of what, of what could happen

If you leave us standing on our feet

But if I gave your number [?]

And if I gave you a dollar, [?]

And if I sell my first born son to the Pharaoh

Do you, you think that we could stay [?]

I'm just, I'm just waiting for the bell to ring

I'm just standing here in my corner

Waiting for the bell to ring

I'm just lying here, oh, on the floor

Just waiting for the bell to ring

I'm just standing here, oh, in my corner

Just waiting for the bell to ring

I'm just lying here, oh, on the floor

Just waiting for the bell to ring

I'm just sitting here tied up in the corner

Just waiting for the bell to ring