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Chumbawamba Waiting for the Bus

Chumbawamba - Waiting for the Bus

Текст и перевод песни Chumbawamba - Waiting for the Bus




Waiting for the Bus
En attendant le bus
My name is Gary Tyler, Louisiana-born
Je m'appelle Gary Tyler, né en Louisiane
Shadow of the poplar tree on fields all ripe with corn
L'ombre du peuplier sur les champs remplis de maïs
Sixteen years I counted on the rising of the sun
Seize ans j'ai compté sur le lever du soleil
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
J'attends juste le bus pour me ramener à la maison
Of all the Disunited States divided black and white
De tous les États-Unis désunis, divisés en noir et blanc
Louisiana taught me how to think and how to fight
La Louisiane m'a appris à penser et à me battre
Sixty of us kids aboard the number 91
Soixante d'entre nous, enfants à bord du numéro 91
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
J'attends juste le bus pour me ramener à la maison
Bus was barely moving we were set upon and stopped
Le bus avançait à peine, nous avons été attaqués et arrêtés
Watched 200 white boys throwing bottles, cans and rocks
J'ai vu 200 garçons blancs jeter des bouteilles, des canettes et des pierres
Trapped and scared together there was nowhere we could run
Piégés et effrayés ensemble, nous n'avions nulle part où aller
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
J'attends juste le bus pour me ramener à la maison
Boy outside the bus, an automatic in his hand
Un garçon à l'extérieur du bus, une arme automatique dans sa main
We heard a single shot and then we all just hit the ground
Nous avons entendu un seul coup de feu et puis nous nous sommes tous jetés au sol
I never pulled a trigger and I never held a gun
Je n'ai jamais tiré sur une arme et je n'ai jamais tenu une arme à feu
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
J'attends juste le bus pour me ramener à la maison
White boy lay there bleeding cops they searched the bus
Un garçon blanc gisait là, saignant, les policiers ont fouillé le bus
Never found a thing to say that it was one of us
Ils n'ont rien trouvé pour dire que c'était l'un des nôtres
Took us down the station they were beating us for fun
Ils nous ont emmenés au poste de police, ils nous battaient pour le plaisir
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
J'attends juste le bus pour me ramener à la maison
Gun produced from nowhere pinned the crime on me
Une arme produite de nulle part, le crime m'a été attribué
A lynchmob for a jury meant they'd never set me free
Une meute de lyncheurs pour un jury, ce qui signifie qu'ils ne me libéreraient jamais
Thirty years in prison for a crime I haven't done
Trente ans de prison pour un crime que je n'ai pas commis
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
J'attends juste le bus pour me ramener à la maison
Waiting here the world has turned a thousand times or more
J'attends ici, le monde a tourné mille fois ou plus
Stranded like the man who never knew they'd stopped the war
Bloqué comme l'homme qui n'a jamais su qu'ils avaient arrêté la guerre
Waiting for the pardon but the pardon never comes
J'attends la grâce, mais la grâce ne vient jamais
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home.
J'attends juste le bus pour me ramener à la maison.




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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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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