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
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
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
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
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