Musica influenciada por la Guerra de las Malvinas

Yirando por wikipedia, mientras escuchaba pink floyd, quise ver que decía de la relación que hay entre the Final Cut y la guerra de las malvinas.

Sabran, TFC se lanzó en marzo del 83.
Este disco esta totalmente influenciado por el conflicto que tuvimos con inglaterra, mostrando que Waters tuvo siempre una politica antibélica, motivada sobre todo porque su padre falleció en la 2da Guerra Mundial teniendo Roger 5 meses

En esto encuentro un artículo acerca del impacto cultural que tuvo la guerra de malvinas, y una interesante colección de bandas musicales que hablan del tema.

Inmediatamente me puse a buscarlos, y aquí están los que encontré.

Elvis Costello y Clive Langer - Shipbuilding


link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=6LNB6M7yTBo

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Crass - Sheep farming in the Falklands


link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=XKLIxTFNLIk

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Pink floyd - Get your filthy hands out off my dessert

link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=UI7i7F5d6RQ

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The Levellers - Another man's cause


link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=a40901riXUA

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Iron Maiden - Como estais amigo


link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=BvVMNWgth5A

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Exploited - Let's Start a war

(suena bastante mal en vivo, pero se la dedica a Argentina)

link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=jqha26w29jw

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The Clash - Career Opportunities


link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=lIuS2LCWNh8

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Split Enz - Six month in a leaky Boat
(no oficial)

link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=ar7DgREshAk

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New Model Army - Spirit of the Falklands


link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=25iIePOTORc

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Sabaton - Back in control


link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=bdxvedxPhNU

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Steve Dahl - Freeze-Frame parody


link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=DCmEzM0qZKs

The Clash - This is england

link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=TST5pkAhJIM

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Hay otros temas también, que no pude encontrar. Si quieren pueden compartir

Otros temas:

Crass - How does it feel to be mother of 1000 dead?
When you woke this morning you looked so
rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange
ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much
better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting
in vain, Maybe someone hears what you say, but
you're still on your own at night. You've got to
make such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you
can't hear the silence Even when it's there - like
the wind seen from the window, Seeing it, but not
being touched by it.

(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of
our birth were we aware of it. We never asked for
war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we
feel there was a need for it. We never asked for
war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood
were we conscious of its darkness.)

HOW DOES IT FEEL? How does it feel to be the
mother of a thousand death? Young boys rest now,
cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be
the mother of a thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost
now; empty sockets in futile death.

Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the
sacrifice. Your lies persuaded people to accept
the wasted blood, Your filthy pride cleansed you
of the doubt you should have had. You smile in the
face of the death cause you are so proud and vain,
Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created,
you ordered - It was your decision to have those
young boys slaughtered.

You never wanted peace or solution, From the start
you lusted after war and destruction. Your
blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices, Your
mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to
play your bloody part, so impatient that your war
be fought. Iron Lady with your stone heart so
eager that the lesson be taught That you
inflicted, you determines, you created, you
ordered - It was your decision to have those young
boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand
death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold
earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a
thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty
sockets in futile death.

Throughout our history you and your kind Have
stolen the young bodies of the living To be
twisted and torn in filthy war. What right have
you to defile those birth? What right have you to
devour that flesh? What right to spit on hope with
the gory madness That you inflicted, you
determines, you created, you ordered - It was your
decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand
death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold
earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a
thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty
sockets in futile death.

You accuse us of disrespect for the dead, But it
was you who slaughtered out of national pride.
Just how much did you care? What respect did you
have As you sent those bodies to their communal
grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given
you their all, That once living flesh defiled in
the hell That you inflicted, you determines, you
created, you ordered - It was your decision to
have those young boys slaughtered.

You use those deaths to achieve your ends still,
Using the corpses as a moral blackmail. You say
"Think of what those young men gave" As
you try to bind us in your living death, Yet we do
think of them, ice cold and silence In the snow
covered moorlands, stopped by the violence That
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you
ordered - It was your decision to have those young
boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand
death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold
earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a
thousand death?

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war! 1
- 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war! 1 -
2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war! 1 - 2
- 3 - 4 You can stop your fucking war!


Billy Bragg - Island of no return
Digging all day and digging all night
To keep my foxhole out of sight
Digging into dinner on a plate on my knees
The smell of damp webbing in the morning breeze
Fear in my stomach, fear in the sky
I eat my dinner with a weary eye
After all this it won't be the same
Messing around on Salisbury Plain

Pick up your feet, fall in, move out
We're going to a party way down South
Me and the Corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity

I can already taste the blood in my mouth
We're going to a party way down south

I hate this flat land, there's no cover
for sons and fathers and brothers and lovers
I can take the killing, I can take the slaughter
But I don't talk to Sun reporters
I never thought that I would be
Fighting fascists in the Southern Sea
I saw one today and in his hand
Was a weapon that was made in Birmingham

Pick up your feet, fall in, move out
We're going to a party way down South
Me and the Corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity

I can already taste the blood in my mouth
We're going to a party way down south

I wish Kipling and the Captain were here
To record our pursuits for posterity
Me and the Corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity

Macc Lads - Buenos Aires(es lamentable esta canción)
BUENOS AIRES

There was a load of bloody fairies in Buenos bloody Aires
With greasy hair and sweaty bums, they'd never heard of Boddington's
A different culture and a different race, - no chippies in the fucking place,
You can keep that poof Ardiles, we're going to have your Malvinas
Eh Up!

They got our backs up without a doubt, time to sort those Argies out
Costa Mendez lives in fear of real men who can hold their beer
Eh! Eh! Eh! The lads are on their way,
With bayonets and tommy guns and bellies full of Boddington's
Eh Up!

Fray Bentos and cheap red wine is all they eat in the Argentine
But after a scrap with the English Navy, they'll ask for the recipe for chips 'n' gravy

[En su pagina, abajo del tema dicen
N.B.- Costa Mendez was the Argy Foreign Secretary in 1982.
'Las Islas Malvinas' was what the Argies had the temerity to call the Falkland Islands.
N.B.- Ossie Ardiles was a minuscule Argy footballer who played for Spurs.
He was stuck in Argentina until the war was over.
They found him when they cut the grass.


Es decir:
Nota de la Banda: Costa Mendez era un argentinito (o algun adjetivo despectivo similar) embajador en 1982
"Las islas malvinas" era como los argentinitos se atrevían a llamar a las Falklands Islands
Ossie Ardiles era un minusculo jugador argentino que jugaba para los spurs.
Quedo barado en Argentina hasta que la guerra terminó.
Lo encontraron cuando cortaron el césped.]



Bueno, espero que les guste. Se ve aca que ya en su momento habia un polo artístico opositor a la guerra, aunque no extraña que sea en su mayoría punk

Saludos!

3 comentarios - Musica influenciada por la Guerra de las Malvinas

@HansHueso
Excelente post, te debo puntinos
@Hecuba
Muy buen post!!! Estas canciones demuestran cómo les golpeó la guerra tbién a los ingleses...no fue sólo un trámite....hubo caidos de ambos bandos y ambas naciones perdieron muy buenos hombres. Las Malvinas son argentinas, pero debemos recuperarlas diplomáticamente!!! Te faltó Fragilidad, de Sting, que la escribió para los caidos de Malvinas, aunque cdo estuvo en Buenos Aires se la dedicó a las Madres de Plaza de Mayo.