Представляем точный текст композиции "Smash The Mac" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crass . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Smash The Mac» — 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 - "Smash The Mac"
Lyrics to Smash The Mac : Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams. We weave and spin a web of fantasy. We touch on the pain and fear..... Then whisk you back to the consumer world. Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer, While three-quarters of the world starves. What do you care' The glitter continuing to glitter The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell Waves the magic wand. Sell sell buy buy. You know the name of the game..... All right Jack sitting on the fence, All right Jack sitting on the fence, All right Jack sitting on the fence, All right Jack sitting on the fence. They sit on the fence; Real people stand against And say they have the best intention, Just a rip-off trick, its always hip To keep in with dissention And if an arms dealer is the record boss, The record labels can runem at a loss. Its money well spent to control the dross What they dont break gets bent.... John. All right Jill sitting on the fence. All right Jill sitting on the fence. All right Jill sitting on the fence. All right Jill sitting on the fence. The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly entertain And take rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds whove paid to bury their pain While the clowns in the pantomine dont give a toss And sing about fucks and fads and loss Sliding around in a genital froth, Our world slips down the drain. Thats really really wonderful. Well off the wall. Thats really really marvellous. Sitting on the fence. Really terrific well out to lunch. That really is a buzz sitting on the fence. Preening and posing in a life of pretence, In a cynical mockery of caring, Well you cant see a turd in a barrel of shit If thats their idea of sharing. Yeah peace is in so dump an old track Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack, The biz is keen to kill or catch, As the people scream theyre cheering. All right Jack. All right Jill. The pen is mighty and looks can kill. All right Jack. All right Jill. In one hand a gift in the other a bill. Weve seen their best and were not impressed, So lets get priorities straight. A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures Aint gonna change the state. While the people who care are prepared to act, The pantomine clowns keep the system intact, Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack. The love they sing is hate.... fakes. All right Jack shit on the fence. All right Jill shit on the fence. All right Jack shit on the fence. All right Jack you shit on the fence. But the fence, the fence, is owned by America. Sit on the fence, owned by America. They make no pretence, its owned by America. Sitting on the fence, owned by America. On their side American troopers and bombs On our side the trash and consumer cons Weve been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed But the spirit is untouched... look out... Smach the Mac, smach the Mac, Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac. Smach the Mac, smach the Mac, Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac. Bronco burgers, burnt out brains, Sterile fat, deadly rain, Chemical colours, Kentucky creams, Cut your teeth on American.... dreams Stickin chicken, American grains. Licking shittin, American reigns. Kiddies fit in American trains. Bombs tick in American.... planes. Smach the Mac. Youre on your back. Smach the Mac till it wont came back. Smach the Mac. Youre on your back. Smach the Mac so it wont came back. American tourist, American free, Two week tour in our misery. A good museum but a stinking home. The natives hang on the rotten.... backbone. America owns, American wins. Comes in packets bottles tins. Blind our eyes, fills our ears Its been our soul for twenty.... years. Smach the Mac. American tack. Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac. Smach the Mac, make it crack. Smach the Mac, smach the big Mac. We stand among your war machines looking for the light Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight... The bricks of our world That you cover in plastic Will sail through your plate-glass windows. E.T. go home... E.T. go home... Mickey Mouse fuck off. [ Smash The Mac Lyrics ]
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