Manic Street Preachers

Manic Street Preachers

Manic Street Preachers (frecuentemente conocidos como "Manics") son una banda de rock procedente de Gales, asociada con la escena britpop, que adquiere popularidad en el Reino Unido a fines de los años 90. Son conocidos por sus letras inteligentes y habitualmente políticas. A pesar de que se los caracterizaba por haber sido una banda punk-rock durante la primera etapa de su carrera, actualmente su música es considerada como rock alternativo, debido a importantes cambios en su sonido. El letrista y guitarrista Richey James Edwards, (quien prefería ser conocido como Richey James) desapareció misteriosamente en 1995. Aún se desconoce su paradero. Políticamente, "The Manics" aparecen como un grupo socialista - inclinados a esa postura por la clase trabajadora durante su formación en Blackwood, Caerphilly, en el sur de Gales, que se evidencia en sus frecuentes letras y acciones politizadas. La banda también dio un recital altamente publicitado en Cuba, como invitados del entonces Presidente Fidel Castro.

Letra de Prologue To History
Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector
Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder
Or my former friend whose now undercover
He's gone and I'm no deserter
Perhaps I'm hard all the same

Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission

I don't want to be
A prologue to history
A prologue to histor...

So I water my plants with Evian
A brand new Dyson that is decadent
Read my papers and the business section
Checkout the tessas and the pensions
Call my friends and they're alright
So I pray for the safety of the night

Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission

I don't want to be
A prologue to history
A prologue to histor...

Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands
No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land
I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice
But if you look at me you better look twice
I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks
An empty vessel who can't make contact

Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission

I don't want to be
A prologue to history
A prologue to history
A prologue to history
A prologue

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