¿El Boss en estilo punk? Más o menos… Últimamente Bruce Springsteen, con la complicidad de su legendaria E Street Band, ha regalado al publico de sus conciertos momentos muy divertidos e inesperado, gracias a versiones de grandes artistas, reinterpretados a su manera.
Todo empezó en Australia, cuando Springsteen dedicó ‘Highway to Hell‘ de ACDC a Bon Scott: una iniciativa, esta de las covers, que se ha convertido ya en algo habitual, considerando también las versiones de ‘Stayin Alive‘ (Bee Gees) y de ‘Jump‘ (Van Halen).
Ahora toca a una canción de Clash. En Pittsburgh el artista ha ofrecido su personal relectura de ‘Clampdown’ (también conocida como ‘Working for the clampdown’) uno de los sencillos del famoso disco ‘London calling’ firmado por la banda punk creada en 1976.
La canción fue escrita por Joe Strummer (1952-2002) y representa una dura critica en contra de la sociedad capitalista.
Ya en 2003, Bruce tocó en directo “London calling” e “I fought the law” en ocasión del concierto tributo organizado en memoria del fundador de The Clash.
A continuación, la letra de CLAMPDOWN
Hey, hey! Ooh!
The kingdom is ransacked
the jewels all taken back
and the chopper descends
they’re hidden in the back
with a message on a half-baked tape
with the spool going round
saying I’m back here in this place
and I could cry
and there’s smoke you could click on
What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
‘Cause they’re working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we’re working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers
The judge said five to ten, but I say double that again
I’m not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall ’cause government’s to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D’you know that you can use it?
The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there’s nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don’t owe nothing, so boy get running
It’s the best years of your life they want to steal
You grow up and you calm down
You’re working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You’re working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now
In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Yeah I’m working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong
Begging to be melted down
Gitalong, gitalong
(Work x 3)
And I’ve given away no secrets – ha!
(Work, Work, More work, More work)
(Work x 4)
Who’s barmy now?
