Μόλις διαπίστωσα ότι το ‘Goon Squad’ από το Armed Forces του Costello, post που είχα ανεβάσει το 2019, έχει καταστεί ανενεργό (“Video unavailable”). Το ξανανεβάζω λοιπόν σε mp3 format.
Πρόκειται για τραγούδι από κάθε άποψη τέλειο – η σύνθεση, η ερμηνεία, ο καλπασμός της μπάντας, το μπάσο του Bruce Thomas… Η λέξη “επικό”, ευτελισμένη απ’ την κατάχρηση, βρίσκει εδώ κάτι απ’ το χαμένο της νόημα.

I just noticed that the post ‘Goon Squad’ from Costello’s Armed Forces that I shared in 2019 is now inactive (“Video unavailable”). So, I’m re-uploading it in mp3 format.
This song is perfect in every way—composition, performance, the band’s galloping energy, Bruce Thomas’s bass… The word “epic,” cheapened by overuse, regains some of its lost meaning here.

Mother, Father, I’m here in the zoo
I can’t come home ’cause I’ve grown up too soon
I got my sentence
I got my command
They said they’d make me major if I met all their demands
I could be a corporal into corporal punishment
Or the general manager of a large establishment
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they’d put me in the
Goon squad
They’ve come to look you over and they’re giving you the eye, eye, eye, eye
Goon squad
They want you to come out to play
You’d better say goodbye, eye, eye, eye
Some grow just like their dads
And some grow up too tall
Some go drinking with the lads
Some are no fun at all
And you must find the proper place
For everything you see
But you’ll never get to make a lampshade out of me
I could join a chain of males or be the missing link
Looking for a lucky girl to put me in the pink
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they’d put me in the
Good squad
They’ve come to look you over and they’re giving you the eye, eye, eye, eye
Goon squad
They want you to come out to play
You’d better say goodbye, eye, eye, eye
Mother, Father, I’m doing so well
I’m making such progress now that you can hardly tell
I fit in a little dedication
With one eye on the clock
They caught you under medication
You could be in for a shock
Thinking up the alibis that everyone’s forgotten
Just another mummy’s boy gone to rotten
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they’d put me in the
Goon squad
They’ve come to look you over and they’re giving you the eye, eye, eye, eye
Goon squad
They want you to come out to play
You’d better say goodbye, eye, eye, eye