Представляем точный текст композиции "Nineteen Eighty Bore" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crass . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Nineteen Eighty Bore» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Crass передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Crass - "Nineteen Eighty Bore"
Lyrics to Nineteen Eighty Bore : Who needs lobotomy when weve got the ITV' Who needs ECT when theres good old BBC' Switch on the set, light up the screen, Fantasise and dream about what you might have been, Who needs controlling when theyve got the cathode ray' Theyve got your fucking soul, now theyll fuse your brains away. Mindless fucking morons sit before the set, Being fed the mindless rubbish they deserve to get. Cant switch off big brother, theyve lost all will to act, Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it fact' Another plastic bullet stuns another Irish child, But no-ones really bothered, no, the telly keeps them mild. Theyve lost all sense of feeling to the every hungry glow, Drained of any substance by the vicious telly blow. No longer know whats real or aint, slowly going blind, They stare into the goggle box while the world goes by, behind. The Angels are on T.V. tonight, grey puke fucking shit. The army occupy Ireland, but the boot will never fit. Was it Coronation Street' Or was it Londonderry' Oh it doesnt fucking matter, Paul Danielsll keep us merry. Yes, Ive heard of Bobby Sands, wasnt it Emmerdale Farm' Yes, thats right, he was kicked by a cow, I hope it didnt do him no harm. And wasnt the Holocaust terrible, good thing it wasnt for real. Of course Ive heard of H-Block, its the baccy with man appeal. Deeper and deeper and deeper, layer upon layer. Illusion, confusion, is there anyone left who can care' Yes, the Abbey National cares for you. Nat West, and Securicor. Well brings out the Branston bren-guns lets spice it up some more. The Sweeney are cruising Brixton, created another Belfast. And J.R.s advising Thatcher on lighting, make up and cast. A thousand camera lenses point at the peoples pain, As millions of mindless morons watch the action replay again, the action replay again. Softly, softly, into your life, youre held in its brilliant glow. Softly, softly, feeding itself on the you youll never know. Youre lifes reduced to nothing, but an empty media game. Big Brother aint watching you mate, youre fucking watching him. [ Nineteen Eighty Bore Lyrics ]
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