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 keento 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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