Σε περιόδους …έξαρσης των πολιτικών παθών όπως οι παρούσες, για τη “δική μας” χώρα και όχι μόνο, στίχοι όπως οι παρακάτω, των αθεράπευτα σαρδόνιων Stranglers, αποκτούν ιδιαίτερη αξία. Το τραγούδι έρχεται από τα mid-80s και το άλμπουμ τους Feline. 🔴 🔴 In times of …heightened political passions like the ones we are experiencing now, both in “our own” country and beyond, lyrics such as the following acquire special value. They’re written by the incurably sardonic Stranglers. The song is from the mid-80s, taken from their album Feline.

Written by The Strangers Album Feline Produced by The Stranglers & Steve Churchyard

The streets of tarmac are straight as a die
With steel fingers clawing at the sky
Inside the wall of the citadel
Yellow chariots race
Peasants and their peasants’ smells
Hungry enough to touch your face.
The beasts from the end of the century
Adorn themselves with jewellery
Inside the wall of the citadel
Yellow chariots race
Peasants and their peasants’ smells
Hungry enough to touch your face.
Their eyes they change colour from grey to green
And when they’re blue they weigh the scene
The endless games played in the timeless zone
Remind me all roads lead to Rome.
Inside the wall of the citadel
Yellow chariots race
Peasants and their peasants’ smells
Hungry to touch your frightened face.
All roads lead to Rome
All roads lead to Rome
All roads lead to Rome
All roads lead to Rome