Khrisbeck

Hola a todos, a diferencia de postear algun video de Harlem Shit-quiero decir Shake, queria hacer un post de este gran poeta que probablemente aun no conocen. ambientemos un poco.. John Cooper Clarke es un poeta Ingles que alcanzo popularidad durante la era del Punk Rock a finales de los 70´s cuando era conocido como el "punk poet" lanzo varios albums a mediados de 1970 y 1980. Nacio en Salford, Lancanshire en 1949, su interes en la poesia fue inspirado por uno de sus maestros de literartura. Empezo su carrera en clubes de Manchester. Se fue de gira con bandas como Sex Pistols, Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros, The Fall, Joy Division, Buzzcocks, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Elvis Costello, Rockpile. Sus presentaciones se han caracterizado por rendiciones rapidas de sus poemas, usualmente hechos a capela. Suele llamarse asi mismo como "Johnny Clarke, the name behind the hairstyle".(johnny Clarke, el nombre detras del peinado). En 1982 hizo aparicion en un documental de compilacion musical "Urgh! A Music War" junto a shows en vivo de The Police, The Go-Gos, Pere Ubu, XTC, Devo, The Alley Cats, Invisible Sex, Athletico Spizz '80, Chelsea. Para muchos esta fue la introduccion al trabajo de John Cooper Clarke JCC lanzo un nuevo album en 1982 "Zip style method" el cual fue menos exitoso, y Clarke hacia shows de forma menos frecuente, estando la mayor parte de los 80s adicto a la heroina, en una relacion domestica con la cantante y tambien adicta Nico (quien hacia parte de The Velvet Underground, y era ademas modelo y amiga de Andy Warhol). El ha descrito este periodo de su vida como "una salvaje existencia" El poema "Out of Control Fairground" fue impreso en el interior del CD "Fluorescent Adolescent" de Arctic Monkeys que fue lanzado en Julio 2007, ademas fue inspiracion para el video del single, en el que los payasos pelean. Alex Turner (mi Musico Favorito!) ha dicho que es un gran fan del Trabajo de jcc y se ha inspirado en sus poemas. Clarke aparecio como el mismo en la pelicula Ill Manors dirigida por Ben Drew (mejor conocido como Plan B) en el Album musical de la pelicula titulado de la misma manera recita partes de uno de sus poemas con un acompañamiento de piano. Evidently Chickentown by John Cooper Clarke. the bloody cops are bloody keen to bloody keep it bloody clean the bloody chief's a bloody swine who bloody draws a bloody line at bloody fun and bloody games the bloody kids he bloody blames are nowehere to be bloody found anywhere in chicken town the bloody scene is bloody sad the bloody news is bloody bad the bloody weed is bloody turf the bloody speed is bloody surf the bloody folks are bloody daft don't make me bloody laugh it bloody hurts to look around everywhere in chicken town the bloody train is bloody late you bloody wait you bloody wait you're bloody lost and bloody found stuck in fucking chicken town the bloody view is bloody vile for bloody miles and bloody miles the bloody babies bloody cry the bloody flowers bloody die the bloody food is bloody muck the bloody drains are bloody fucked the colour scheme is bloody brown everywhere in chicken town the bloody pubs are bloody dull the bloody clubs are bloody full of bloody girls and bloody guys with bloody murder in their eyes a bloody bloke is bloody stabbed waiting for a bloody cab you bloody stay at bloody home the bloody neighbors bloody moan keep the bloody racket down this is bloody chicken town the bloody pies are bloody old the bloody chips are bloody cold the bloody beer is bloody flat the bloody flats have bloody rats the bloody clocks are bloody wrong the bloody days are bloody long it bloody gets you bloody down evidently chicken town the bloody train is bloody late you bloody wait you bloody wait you're bloody lost and bloody found stuck in fucking chicken town Twat by John Cooper Clarke Like a Night Club in the morning You're the bitter end Like a recently disinfected shit-house You're clean round the bend You give me the horrors Too bad to be true All of my tomorrow's Are lousy 'cause of you You put the shat in Shatter Put the pain in Spain Your germs are splattered about Your face is just a stain You're certainly no raver Commonly known as a drag Do us all a favor Here wear this polythene bag You're like a dose of scabies I've got you under my skin You make life a fairy tale Grimm People mention murder, the moment you arrive I'd consider killing you if I thought you were alive You've got this slippery quality It makes me think of phlegm And a dual personality, I hate both of them Your bad breath, vamps disease Destruction, and decay Please, please, please, please Take yourself away Like a death a birthday party You ruin all the fun Like a sucked and spat our smartie You're no use to anyone. Like the shadow of the guillotine On a dead consumptive's face Speaking as an outsider What do you think of the human race You went to a progressive psychiatrist He recommended suicide Before scratching your bad name off his list And pointing the way outside You hear laughter breaking through It makes you want to fart You're heading for a breakdown Better pull yourself apart Your dirty name gets passed About when something goes amiss Your attitudes are platitudes Just make me wanna piss What kind of creature bore you Was is some kind of bat They can't find a good word for you But I can twat (I Married A) Monster From Outer Space by John Cooper Clarke The milky way she walks around All feet firmly off the ground Two worlds collide, two worlds collide Here comes the future bride Gimme a lift to the lunar base I wanna marry a monster from outer space I fell in love with an alien being Whose skin was jelly - whose teeth were green She had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare Feet like water wings - purple hair I was over the moon - I asked her back to my place Then I married the monster - from outer space The days were numbered - the nights were spent In a rent free furnished oxygen tent When a cyborg chef served up moon beams Done super rapid on a laser beam I needed nutrition to keep up the pace When I married the monster from outer space We walked out - tentacle in hand You could sense that the earthlings would not understand They'd go.. nudge nudge ...when we got off the bus Saying it's extra-terrestial - not like us And it's bad enough with another race But fuck me... a monster ...from outer space In a cybernetic fit of rage She pissed off to another age She lives in 1999 With her new boyfriend - a blob of slime Each time I see her translucent face I remember the monster from outer space Hombre de acción por John Cooper clarke (Action Man lo he traducido aunque de alguna forma pierde su esencia original) dale cicatrices y caqui para vestir quítale las bolas, el irá donde sea no opina, no se atreve la muerte acecha, no teme bolas fuera, no le importa tíos cuídense del hombre de acción el puede ba-ba-ba-lear- ackrington , bombardear berlín reducir tu auto a una pila de lata la guerra paga – qué más – ganar piel herida no significa nada para él granada humana sin seguro ese es él, hombre de acción una quijada con la delgada hendidura de Kirk Douglas escuadrón!!!! por la sangrante izquierda no grites es sordo excitado de amores con la idea de matar cuidado con la ira del hombre carente de… el hombre de acción no tiene planes de matrimonio Gracias a todos los que destinaron algo de su tiempo para visitar el post, lo redacte y traduci yo mismo, llevo algo mas de un año viviendo en Grays, Essex England y el señor Clarke vive en Essex tambien no se en donde exactamente pero en fin gracias