Chickentown de John Cooper Clarke



Este fragmento está extraído de la película "Control" dirigida por Anton Corbijn y que relata de forma biográfica y dramática la carrera de Ian Curtis hasta su muerte.
El famoso cantautor, líder de la mítica banda punk Joy Division, murió a cortísima edad dejando como legado muchos misterios a la deriva.
Pero esta no es la entrada adecuada para hablar de Ian Curtis. Por cierto, si ven "Control" por allí, cómprenla, la disfrutarán sobre todo los amantes de la fotografía sin color y el sentimiento único que transmite Corbijn.

En esta escena, John Cooper Clarke (no el de los "Mini Cooper") se encuentra abriendo para Joy Division con uno de sus más afamados poemas, "Chickentown", y también uno de mis favoritos por su incesante prosa que realza con la grandiosa gesticulación verbal emitida por Cooper.
Lo más gracioso es que todo tiene sentido y puede interpretar hasta tu vida.

Aquí la letra completa:


the fucking cops are fucking keen

to fucking keep it fucking clean

the fucking chief's a fucking swine

who fucking draws a fucking line

at fucking fun and fucking games

the fucking kids he fucking blames

are nowehere to be fucking found

anywhere in chicken town


the fucking scene is fucking sad

the fucking news is fucking bad

the fucking weed is fucking turf

the fucking speed is fucking surf

the fucking folks are fucking daft

don't make me fucking laugh

it fucking hurts to look around

everywhere in chicken town


the fucking train is fucking late

you fucking wait you fucking wait

you're fucking lost and fucking found

stuck in fucking chicken town


the fucking view is fucking vile

for fucking miles and fucking miles

the fucking babies fucking cry

the fucking flowers fucking die

the fucking food is fucking muck

the fucking drains are fucking fucked

the colour scheme is fucking brown

everywhere in chicken town


the fucking pubs are fucking dull

the fucking clubs are fucking full

of fucking girls and fucking guys

with fucking murder in their eyes

a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed

waiting for a fucking cab

you fucking stay at fucking home

the fucking neighbors fucking moan

keep the fucking racket down

this is fucking chicken town


the fucking train is fucking late

you fucking wait you fucking wait

you're fucking lost and fucking found

stuck in fucking chicken town


the fucking pies are fucking old

the fucking chips are fucking cold

the fucking beer is fucking flat

the fucking flats have fucking rats

the fucking clocks are fucking wrong

the fucking days are fucking long

it fucking gets you fucking down

evidently chicken town

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