Представляем точный текст композиции "Reality Whitewash" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crass . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Reality Whitewash» — 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 - "Reality Whitewash"
Lyrics to Reality Whitewash : The grey man at the wheel Looks around to see if theres some skirt he can steal He doesnt really want to, hes just acting out a game And in their own fucked up way, most people do the same She cleans the bathroom mirror so she can line her eyes An expert in delusion, an artist in disguise Shes not content with what she is, but she does the best she can But she doesnt do it for herself, she does it for her man And meanwhile hes out hunting, this master of the hunt Cruising down the high street in his endless search for cunt And the posters on the hoardings encourage his pursuit Glossy ads, where men are men, and women simply cute And the men are in their motorcars and the men have nerves of steel And they dreams of charlies angels as they firmly grip the wheel And they fantasise theyre screwing in the back seat of the car Fantasise theyre fucking with a real life movie star Fantasies to fill the gaps, to fill in every crack A whitewash of reality to hide the truth they lack. Now shes sponging down the cooker, on the surface all is fine His dinners in the oven cos hes doing overtime She switches on the telly, it makes her feel secure Helps confirm her way of life, who needs to ask for more She sees the happy family unit, wife and hubby on the screen The perfect social unit, just like its always been Shes done the very best she can To love and honour and obey her man And if she should ever doubt the wisdom of her choice She can turn on the television for its moderating voice The ads and weekly series are the proof she needs That a life of boredom outweighs the deeds She sits up till the epilogue and goes to bed alone Content that when hes finished work hell go straight home Meanwhile he downs another scotch, the lady has a coke And if hes asked about the wife he treats it as a joke "Hear the one about the you-know-what" Hes got what it takes and he takes what hes got He took his woman and hell take plenty more She took on a rat to keep the wolf from the door Then maybe in her loneliness shell want to have a child Wholl be taught the games of adulthood, boxed and filed Another life to whitewash, to us a child is born To follow in its parents tracks, the paths well worn Fantasy and falsehood, truth and lie The fucked up system they call reality The system needs its servants, each birth is one more Gently talk of freedom as they quietly lock the door Cos the system needs its servants if the systems going to run Needs its fodder for the workhouse, its targets for the gun. [ Reality Whitewash Lyrics ]
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