Calling Mister Oswald with the swastika tattoo
There is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo
Carving 'V' for vandal on the guilty boy's head
When he's had enough of that, maybe you'll take him to bed
To teach him he's alive 'fore he wishes he was dead
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it
So your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect
But everything means less than zero
Hey, red
Hey, red
Oswald and his sister are doing it again
They've got the finest home movies that you have ever seen
They've got a thousand variations: every service with a smile
They're going to take a little break, and they'll be back after a while
Well, I hear that South America is coming into style
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it
So your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect
But everything means less than zero
Hey, red
Hey, red
A pistol was still smoking; a man lay on the floor
Mister Oswald said he had an understanding with the law
He said he heard about a couple living in the USA
He said they traded in their baby for a Chevrolet
Let's talk about the future now, we've put the past away
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it
So your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect
But everything means less than zero
Hey, red
Hey, red
Hey, red
Hey, red...
There is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo
Carving 'V' for vandal on the guilty boy's head
When he's had enough of that, maybe you'll take him to bed
To teach him he's alive 'fore he wishes he was dead
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it
So your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect
But everything means less than zero
Hey, red
Hey, red
Oswald and his sister are doing it again
They've got the finest home movies that you have ever seen
They've got a thousand variations: every service with a smile
They're going to take a little break, and they'll be back after a while
Well, I hear that South America is coming into style
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it
So your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect
But everything means less than zero
Hey, red
Hey, red
A pistol was still smoking; a man lay on the floor
Mister Oswald said he had an understanding with the law
He said he heard about a couple living in the USA
He said they traded in their baby for a Chevrolet
Let's talk about the future now, we've put the past away
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it
So your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect
But everything means less than zero
Hey, red
Hey, red
Hey, red
Hey, red...
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 8/2/2018 - 23:01
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Parole e musica di Elvis Costello
Nel suo album di debutto, "My Aim Is True"
Una canzone che Costello scrisse sull'onda dell'indignazione per le frequenti interviste televisive rilasciate, ancora poco prima di andare all'inferno, da "Sir" Oswald Mosley, sì proprio lui, il leader negli anni 30 della British Union of Fascists, quello della (tentata e sventata) parata fascista in Cable Street a Londra nel 1936. Tra gli anni 60 e 70 Mosley fu frequentemente invitato in radio e televisione, e rivendicò sempre fieramente il suo passato, scarsamente contrastato dai suoi interlocutori. Ancora nel 1998 la figura di Mosley fu al centro di una serie tv che scatenò molte polemiche, soprattutto in seno alla comunità ebraica.
"THEY SHALL NOT PASS!" (I hope...)