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.
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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 lossAnd 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 ringAnd 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 okayYou 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 feetBut 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
