Δύο έξοχα τραγούδια / singes από το άλμουμ 9 των Publc Image Ltd. Στο πρώτο ο Lydon μιλάει για λογαριασμό ενός πολεμιστή που η χώρα του δέχεται επίθεση. Το δεύτερο (από τα αγαπημένα μου των PIL) απευθυνόμενο αρχικά σε συγκεκριμένους φίλους / συνεργάτες, ίσως και να εκφράζει σήμερα την απογοήτευσή του από κάποιον διάσημο : o JL είναι περιώνυμος Trump supporter. Ίσως πάλι και όχι : η υποστήριξή του για το Ισραήλ είναι γνωστή, όπως και η αντιπάθειά του για το Ισλάμ στο σύνολό του. 🟡 🟡 Two excellent songs / singles from 9 album by Public Image Ltd. On the first one, Lydon speaks from the perspective of a warrior whose country is under attack. The second one (one of my favorite PIL tracks) is originaly addressed to certain friends/collaborators, but perhaps today it also expresses his disappointment with someone famous: JL is a notorious Trump supporter. Or perhaps not: his support for Israel is well-known, as is his overall antipathy toward Islam.

Written by John Lydon, Lu Edmonds, John McGeoch, Allan Dias, Bruce Smith Album 9 Produced by Stephen Hague and Eric “ET” Thorngren

00:00 WARRIOR
Fields they have eyes
Woods they have ears
Fish always sink
Head first
Downwards
I’ll never dismount
I ride this tiger
Crosses are
Ladders
Leading to heaven
I’m a warrior
I take no
Prisoner
Keep the candle burning
Bright in the window
It’s the
Only light I’ll see tonight
Beggars can’t be choosers
Shrouds they have
No pockets
Some of us wake up
Others roll over
But not I
I’m a
Warrior
This is my land
I’m a warrior
This is my land
I’ll never
Surrender
I’m a warrior
Hear this dog bark
Watch the trees
Sway
Keep the candle burning
Both night and day
Many invade
I take
No quarter
This is my land
I’ll never surrender
I’m a warrior
This
Is my land
I’ll never surrender
I’m a warrior
I’ll never
Surrender
I take no prisoner
I’m a warrior
Warrior
I’m a
Warrior
These fields have eyes
These woods have ears
Many
Invade
But I take no quarter
This is my land
I’m a warrior
I’m a
Warrior
I’ll never dismount
I ride the tiger

04:03 DISAPPOINTED
Promises, promises
Old tired, worn out second hand sentences
One thing with you is certain
You’re a really sad person, so sad
Disappointed a few people
When friendship reared its ugly head
Disappointed a few people
Well, isn’t that what friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What are friends for?
You, you’re just a really bad person
Who won’t, you won’t listen to anyone
No, not you, with those half moon eyelids
Just babbling on, your useless defenses, so sad
Disappointed a few people
When friendship reared its ugly head
Disappointed a few people
Well, isn’t that what friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What are friends for?
This erratic haphazard, fluttering
This to-ing and fro-ing
Like a confused moth
The collusion, illusion
And it’s all ad infinitum
You really sad person, you’re really so sad
Disappointed a few people
When friendship reared its ugly head
Disappointed a few people
Well, isn’t that what friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What friends are for?
(What friends are for?)
What are friends for?
Fools and horses
Running their courses
And brow beaten down
Like dust on the ground
You cheat easily
Like sweet charity
And all of the bastards
The world despises
Springing surprises
In newer disguises
You cheat easily
Like all charity
Fools and horses
Running their courses
And brow beaten down
Like dust on the ground
You cheat easily
Like sweet charity
And all of the bastards
The world despises
Springing surprises
In newer disguises
You cheat easily
Like all charity
Fools and horses
Running their courses
And brow beaten down
Like dust on the ground
You cheat easily
Like sweet charity
And all of the bastards
The world despises
Springing surprises
In newer disguises
You cheat easily
Like all charity