A Bomb in Wardour Street

Friday on my mind! Com dirian els Easybeats.

Demano un divendres energètic, un divendres de bar, de ball, d'amics... Els Jam em donen l'empenta per sortir de la dutxa quasi ja vestit per la ocasió i reunir-me amb na Marta, el Quim i el Pol i els afegits que sempre envolten les reunions familiars.
És com les trobades a la plaça del barri quan era petit. Llavors no circulaven molts cotxes, i llavors la mare no patia pel que pogués passar, llavors el temps passava rapit com les meves voltes a la plaça amb la bicicleta però lent quan venia la pujada.

Una bomba esclatarà aquesta nit, una bomba de metxa llarga i combustió lenta, una que no fa soroll però deixa marca allà on esclata...
I és que només cal sentir l'energía d'un jove Paul Weller i els Jam per sortir disparat al carrer!



With cataclysmic overtones
Fear and hate linger in the air
A strictly no-go deadly zone
I dont know what Im doing here
cause its not my scene at all
Theres an a bomb in wardour street
Theyve called in the army, theyve called in the police

Im stranded on the vortex floor
My heads been kicked in and bloods started to poor
Through the haze I can see my girl
Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door

Theres an a bomb in wardour street, its blown up the city
Now its spreading through the country

Law and order takes a turn for the worst,
In the shape of a size 10 boot
Rape and murder throughout the land,
And they tell me that youre still a free man
Well if this is freedom I dont understand
cause it seems like madness to me.

a bomb in wardour street.
Hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb!

A philistine nation, of degradation,
And hate and war. there must be more.
Its doctor martins a p o c a l y p s e - apocalypse!