Talking Wag Club Blues

Billy Bragg

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Talking Wag Club Blues Billy Bragg Brewing Up With (Bonus CD) Intro: (x4) Well the sun goes down on London Town But it never sets on Oxford Street Those well spoken young men and their bouncers Are trying to create a well dressed elite (And all on private medicine tut! tut!) (x2) Once inside join the rising tide Of people who are so proud to get in Who think their face is their fortune But under their skin they’re ugly as sin (Didn’t I meet you down at the clinic ?) (x2) Lots of boys with lots of poise And hair right down to their hips Lots of pretty girls with sun tans And cold sores on their lips Is he your boyfriend ? Or is he just here to hold your coat ? Take it off Take it off Take it off and let’s find out Eh ? Half-arsed tries with half caste eyes Are sucking in their cheeks until it hurts Lots of twats with funny hats With Karl Marx printed on their shirts Who’ll tell you revolution is just a state of mind Oh this is Saturday night in the West End alright And these people are not my kind You can cut the rug with this week’s drug Make ’em all queue up to lick your arse Wear a T-shirt that says ’Young Free & Single’ Or a big badge that says ’I’m hip & working class’ The place is full of ear’oles Who hang on every word that they speak Who believe what they write about themselves Week after week after week after week (I don’t know how they get away with it They should be ashamed) Well if it’s all so bloody beautiful Take it home and have it framed (x2) (x4)

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Cette chanson brosse un tableau critique de la vie nocturne à Londres, en particulier des jeunes qui cherchent à se frayer un chemin dans des clubs exclusifs. Elle met en avant un contraste entre l'apparence soignée de ces individus et une réalité beaucoup moins glorieuse qu'ils cachent sous leur façade. On y trouve une certaine ironie sur les comportements et les attitudes de ceux qui se prétendent avant-gardistes, tout en manquant de substance. Ils se laissent absorber par une esthétique et une attitude superficielle, en pensant que cela fait d'eux des membres influents de la société. Le contexte évoqué tourne autour de l'idée d'une élite artificielle, où l'apparence prime sur le véritable caractère. Il y a une critique sous-jacente de la superficialité et de l'obsession pour le statut social, illustrant ainsi des préoccupations qui peuvent résonner dans notre monde actuel.

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