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Chumbawamba I Wish That They'd Sack Me

Chumbawamba - I Wish That They'd Sack Me

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I Wish That They'd Sack Me
J'aimerais qu'ils me licencient
Six in the morning don't want to wake
Six heures du matin, je ne veux pas me réveiller
Sun laying low and the world sleeping late
Le soleil est bas et le monde dort tard
Hate like the river runs heavy and deep
La haine coule comme une rivière, lourde et profonde
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep
Oh, j'aimerais qu'ils me licencient et me laissent dormir
Five days from seven the week's hardly mine
Cinq jours sur sept, la semaine n'est pas vraiment à moi
The alarm clock's gone over to enemy lines
Le réveil est passé du côté des ennemis
Waste my time working for cowards and creeps
Je perds mon temps à travailler pour des lâches et des voyous
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep
Oh, j'aimerais qu'ils me licencient et me laissent dormir
Rain strikes the window heralds the day
La pluie frappe la fenêtre, annonçant le jour
Rain won't you wash these eight hours away?
Pluie, ne pourrais-tu pas laver ces huit heures ?
Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep
La pluie nourrit la rivière, coule lourde et profonde
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep
Oh, j'aimerais qu'ils me licencient et me laissent dormir
Birds on the windowsill sing in the dawn
Les oiseaux sur le rebord de la fenêtre chantent à l'aube
By the time that I'm home all this day will be gone
Quand je serai rentré, toute cette journée sera passée
Spend my life sowing what others will reap
Je passe ma vie à semer ce que d'autres récolteront
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep
Oh, j'aimerais qu'ils me licencient et me laissent dormir
Rain strikes the window heralds the day
La pluie frappe la fenêtre, annonçant le jour
Rain won't you wash these eight hours away?
Pluie, ne pourrais-tu pas laver ces huit heures ?
Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep
La pluie nourrit la rivière, coule lourde et profonde
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep
Oh, j'aimerais qu'ils me licencient et me laissent dormir




Авторы: Neil Ferguson, Allan Whalley, Louise Watts, Judith Abbott
Chumbawamba - The Boy Bands Have Won
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The Boy Bands Have Won
дата релиза
03-03-2008

1 Lord Bateman's Motorbike
2 Refugee
3 To a Little Radio
4 When an Old Man Dies
5 Waiting for the Bus
6 Same Old Same Old
7 The Ogre
8 Charlie
9 Rip RP
10 Compliments of Your Waitress
11 You Watched Me Dance
12 Bury Me Deep
13 Sing About Love
14 (Words Flew) Right Around the World
15 A Fine Career
16 Fine Line
17 All Fur Coat & No Knickers
18 Word Bomber
19 I Wish That They'd Sack Me
20 Unpindownable
21 El Fusilado
22 Hull or Hell
23 Words Can Save Us
24 Add Me
25 What We Want
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Исполнитель Chumbawamba, альбом The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won.
The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won.
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