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 4st 7lb
I'm too much to die
I'm not enough to stay alive
I'm sitting in the middle waiting

Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home

See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappears
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
I'm getting better

Karen says I've reached my target weight
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
Problem is diet's not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view

I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity

Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower

My vision's getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking

Mother tries to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole ryvitta
That's the way you're built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding

I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity

Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybody's life

I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me

Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This disipline's so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so

Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel

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