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 Of Walking Abortion
I knew that someday I was gonna die
And I knew before I died
Two things would happen to me
That number one: I would regret my entire life
And number two: I would want to live my life over again

I knew that someday I was gonna die
And I knew before I died
Two things would happen to me
That number one: I would regret my entire life
And number two: I would want to live my life over again

Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedia's blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nation's moral suicide

Loser - liar - fake or phoney
No one cares, everyone is guilty
Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy

We are all of walking abortions
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortions
Shalom shalom there are no horizons

Mussolini hangs from a butcher's hook
Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul
Horthy's corpse screened to a million
Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight

Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins
A moral conscience - you've no wounds to show
So wash your car in your 'X' baseball shoes

We are all of walking abortions
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortions
Shalom shalom there are no horizons

Little people in little houses
Like maggots small blind and worthless
The massacred innocent blood stains us all

Who's responsible - you fucking are
Who's responsible - you fucking are
Who's responsible - you fucking are
Who's responsible - you fucking are
Who's responsible

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