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 Yes
For sale? Dumb cunts same dumb questions
All virgins listen, all virgins are liars honey
and I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
and in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
for 200 anyone can conceive a God on video
he's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long
purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
for 200 anyone can conceive a God on video
he's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
power produces desire, the weak have none
there's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
the only certain thing that is left about me
there's no part of my body that has not been used
pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
and in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
for 200 anyone can conceive a God on video
he's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
power produces desire, the weak have none
there's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
may as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
these sunless afternoons I can't find myself.

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