Crass - Where Next Columbus?

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Where Next Columbus


Estou fazendo uma pesquisa para escrever a resenha do primeiro disco da banda baiana Camisa de Vênus. E não é que achei mais uma "versão" não creditada de punk inglês no disco? Dessa vez, Marceleza deu uma "chupadinha" na letra de "Where Next Columbus" dos anarcopunks 77 do Crass. Confira a letra no final do post. Mas antes, um pouco mais de história, na nossa série "punk 77 inglês":

-Confira mais bandas da safra 77 britânica

The Crass
Os caras do Crass foram responsáveis por criar o que se chamou de Anarcopunk, uma forma de punk muito mais política que o "anarchy in UK pra chocar velhinhas" dos Pistols e mesmo o rock de esquerda do Clash. Na experiência do Crass tudo era levado mais ao extremo: as letras, as músicas(Com experiências de colagens sonoras, poesia e vários vocalistas) e o estilo de vida. A banda surgiu numa casa comunitária chamada Dial House a partir de jams entre Penny Rimbaud e do, fã de Clash, Steve Ignorant. O grupo que já vivia no esquema "Do it yourself", se empolgou com os primeiros punks e sentiu-se acolhido por aquela cena que explodia em Londres. O ano era, obviamente, 1977. Pelas fileiras do Crass passaram além de Penny e Ignorant: Gee Vaucher, N. A. Palmer, Phil Free, Pete Wright, Eve Libertine, Joy De Vivre, Mick Duffield, John Loder e Steve Herman. Os shows no começo eram toscos e mal tocados e as únicas pessoas na platéia eram os integrantes do UK Subs, que iam se apresentar logo depois do Crass. Com o passar do tempo, a banda adotou uniformes pretos(segundo eles para que ninguém fosse "o líder" e todos integrantes tivesse importância igual) e a performance se elaborou com experimentos com vídeos sendo exibidos, enquanto tocavam. O coletivo chegou ao fim em 1984, já desiludido e crítico em relação às outras bandas da cena.



-Poesia punk

Where Next Columbus?
Anothers hope, anothers game
Anothers loss, anothers gain
Anothers lies, anothers truth
Anothers doubt, anothers proof
Anothers left, anothers right
Anothers peace, anothers fight
Anothers name, anothers aim
Anothers fall, anothers fame
Anothers pride, anothers shame
Anothers love, anothers pain
Anothers hope, anothers game
Anothers loss, anothers gain
Anothers lies, anothers truth
Anothers doubt, anothers proof
Anothers left, anothers right
Anothers peace, anothers fight

Marx had an idea from the confusion of his head
Then there were a thousand more waiting to be led
The books are sold, the quotes are bought
You learn them well and then you're caught

Anothers left, anothers right
Anothers peace, anothers fight

Mussolini had ideas from the confusion of his heart
Then there were a thousand more waiting to play their part
The stage was set, the costumes worn
And another empire of destruction born

Anothers name, anothers aim
Anothers fall, anothers fame

Jung had an idea from the confusion of his dream
Then there were a thousand more waiting to be seen
You're not yourself, the theory says
But I can help, your complex pays

Anothers hope, anothers game
Anothers loss, anothers gain

Satre had an idea from the confusion of his brain
Then there were a thousand more indulging in his pain
Revelling in isolation and existential choice
Can you truly be alone when you use anothers voice?

Anothers lies, anothers truth
Anothers doubt, anothers proof

The idea born in someones mind
Is nurtured by a thousand blind
Anonymous beings, vacuous souls
Do you fear the confusion, your lack of control?
You lift your arm to write a name
So caught up in the identity game
Who do you see? Who do you watch?
Who's your leader? Which is your flock?
Who do you watch? Who do you watch?
Who's your leader? Which is your flock?

Einstein had an idea from the confusion of his knowledge
Then there were a thousand more turning to advantage
They realised that their god was dead
So they reclaimed power through the bomb instead
Anothers code, anothers brain
They'll shower us all in deadly rain

Jesus had an idea from the confusion of his soul
Then there were a thousand more waiting to take control
The guilt is sold, forgiveness bought
The cross is there as your reward
Anothers love, anothers pain
Anothers pride, anothers shame
Do you watch at a distance from the side you have chosen?
Whose answers serve you best? Who'll save you from confusion?
Who will leave you an exit and a comfortable cover
Who will take you oh so near the edge, but never drop you over?
Who do you watch



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