Have I gone mad?
Or have we all gone back a century?
To the black and white days of a life elementary
It's like we're all living in an old documentary
Or in nineteen thirty four
You'd think we'd have learned from the last generation
But now they're all gone so it's all speculation
You can rewrite the books for the good of the nation
But nobody wins a war
Rise up rise up
Bring your flags and your banners
We'll sing and we'll march to the beat
It's time for another Battle of Cable Street
We created a space for debate and discussions
Now people spout hate without repercussions
We're all in the hands of machines and the Russians
The curtain is really a wall
And everything's filtered so we don't see the tensions
It's all about likes and follows and mentions
And he who comes up with the maddest inventions
Well he may still yet save us all
Rise up rise up
For the twentieth century seems to be stuck on repeat
And no one remembers the Battle of Cable Street
Oh you fools you fools
With your greed and your rules
And your rage and your airs and graces
One hundred billion born on this planet
There's never once been born a racist
Well I met a man on the buses in Wapping
He was wittering on about the cost of his shopping
And the foreign invasion
There's no sign of it stopping
Look what they've done to my home
Theres two colours he said
There's white and there's rosy
I said you listen to me and you listen closely
Remember what happened to that swine Oswald Mosely
He crawled right back under his stone
Rise up rise up
Let's trample and crush all the fascists here under our feet
Just like we did at the Battle of Cable Street
Rise up rise up
There's still time for us to snatch a victory from the jaws of defeat
Just like we did at the battle of Cable Street
Rise up rise up
I can't offer much
But a shelter and something to eat
Then we rise at dawn
For the battle of Cable Street
Or have we all gone back a century?
To the black and white days of a life elementary
It's like we're all living in an old documentary
Or in nineteen thirty four
You'd think we'd have learned from the last generation
But now they're all gone so it's all speculation
You can rewrite the books for the good of the nation
But nobody wins a war
Rise up rise up
Bring your flags and your banners
We'll sing and we'll march to the beat
It's time for another Battle of Cable Street
We created a space for debate and discussions
Now people spout hate without repercussions
We're all in the hands of machines and the Russians
The curtain is really a wall
And everything's filtered so we don't see the tensions
It's all about likes and follows and mentions
And he who comes up with the maddest inventions
Well he may still yet save us all
Rise up rise up
For the twentieth century seems to be stuck on repeat
And no one remembers the Battle of Cable Street
Oh you fools you fools
With your greed and your rules
And your rage and your airs and graces
One hundred billion born on this planet
There's never once been born a racist
Well I met a man on the buses in Wapping
He was wittering on about the cost of his shopping
And the foreign invasion
There's no sign of it stopping
Look what they've done to my home
Theres two colours he said
There's white and there's rosy
I said you listen to me and you listen closely
Remember what happened to that swine Oswald Mosely
He crawled right back under his stone
Rise up rise up
Let's trample and crush all the fascists here under our feet
Just like we did at the Battle of Cable Street
Rise up rise up
There's still time for us to snatch a victory from the jaws of defeat
Just like we did at the battle of Cable Street
Rise up rise up
I can't offer much
But a shelter and something to eat
Then we rise at dawn
For the battle of Cable Street
envoyé par Dq82 - 1/9/2023 - 17:37
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When The Time Bell Rings
Music by Man The Lifeboats
Lyrics by Rich Quarterman
Quel 4 ottobre del 1936, Sir Oswald Mosley e i suoi adepti, tutti rigorosamente in uniformi brune, avrebbero voluto marciare proprio nelle strade di Londra dove più alta era la concentrazione di cittadini di fede ebraica. Il corteo era stato autorizzato ed era fortemente presidiato da migliaia di poliziotti, molti a cavallo. Gli anti-fascisti eressero barricate lungo il percorso della marcia e di fatto la bloccarono in Christian Street. Gli scontri con la polizia furono durissimi… i londinesi bersagliavano gli agenti persino dalle finestre delle case… Mosley e i suoi diedero forfait nei pressi di Hyde Park ma gli scontri con la polizia continuarono e se gli arresti non furono molti è perché il numero dei dimostranti anti-fascisti era così soverchiante (circa 300.000) che quelli tratti in arresto venivano subito liberati dall’intervento dei loro compagni…
Passata la tempesta, che per fortuna o per caso non si trasformò in un bagno di sangue, il Parlamento si affrettò ad emanare il Public Order Act con cui si subordinava all’autorizzazione di polizia lo svolgimento di manifestazioni politiche e si vietava in queste di indossare uniformi politiche.
Dopo questa abortita prova di forza, il partito fascista britannico abortì anch’esso in breve tempo, essendo poi sciolto per legge nel 1940.
[fonte: en.wikipedia]