| The Clash – (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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| The Clash – (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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| The Clash – (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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this song has nothing to do with the pistols. its about joe at a reggae show. hes the only white guy there. "look so sick in the sun" if you dont under stand it, google it: four tops. dillinger. leroy smart. ken both. bluebeat. delroy wilson other than that, the lyrics tell you what its about: superficialiatiy. (spelling.) "But onstage they ain't got no roots, rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no roots, rock rebel"(in some live version joe changes the second or first line to offstage) superficiality Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting superficiality The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha, you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money superficiality All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway the second two lines there are so striking we often forget the first two. changing votes as quiclky as you take off you jacket. but again: superficiality |
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| The Clash – Bankrobber Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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i had to write an analysis of a poem of my choice for my english class this year and used this song: I had always been afraid of an in-depth analysis of this poem. I was afraid it would take away the mystery this work has, as well as my reverence for it. Now that I have, I can see my stupidity — this poem is so much better than I had given it credit for. In the past, whenever I looked at or listened to this work, I took in each stanza individually. They each could almost be poems by themselves. But when they are placed in order, they mean much more as a whole than they do alone. Yet the best way to analyze this poem is still piece by piece, to make sure nothing is missed. So get out a pen and start taking notes. My daddy was a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way And he loved to steal your money The first stanza gives us our first speaker and our basic information. The speaker is a child, whose use of “daddy,” implies their age. His father “was a bank robber.” Was. He “loved to live that way” and “loved to steal your money.” Everything is in the past tense, as if the speaker is talking about someone who has died. Some is rich, and some is poor That's the way the world is But I don't believe in lying back Saying how bad your luck is So we came to jazz it up We never loved a shovel Break your back to earn your pay And don't forget to grovel The second and third stanzas change speakers to the bank robber himself. He is talking about his glory days; he doesn’t believe in sitting around waiting for life. He “came to jazz it up.” He believes he came into the world with the ability to take it, to seize life, so obviously he “never loved a shovel.” The next two lines are unforgettable: Break your back to earn your pay And don’t forget to grovel. Clearly that is not what the bank robber wants to live by. Look at that diction: “Grovel: To lie or crawl face downwards as in fear or humility.” Beyond that, I think these stanzas are best left untouched. The old man spoke up in a bar Said, "I never been in prison" A lifetime serving one machine Is ten times worse than prison The fourth stanza switches its speaker again, back to the bank robber’s son (or daughter?) as well as some quotes from an old man in a bar to whom the bank robber has been talking to in the previous stanzas. Just picture this stanza line by line. There’s an old man in a bar. He’s either been working one job his entire life or feels that his life has been ill spent on serving one machine: society’s expectations. He’s clearly unhappy enough to say that his life is “ten times worse than prison.” Imagine if all the boys in jail Could get out now together What do you think they'd want to say to us While we was being clever? The fifth stanza’s speaker is again the bank robber. He views himself as a hero; the boys in jail would love him. He thinks he’s a new John Dillinger. “What do you think they want to say to us? They’d tell us they love me!” Someday you'll meet your rocking chair Because that's where we're spinning There's no point to want to comb your hair When it's grey and thinning The central purpose of this poem relies on analysis of the old man’s response in stanza six. The old man is responding to the bank robber’s question, quoting what he believes the prisoner’s response would be. There are several ways to interpret this response, because the tone is difficult to read. If it is positive, then its central purpose would be to seize the day, because soon you will be old and will want to appreciate your life. Or, they could be saying “someday you will be like us, hanging out with noting important to do–we don’t even have to brush our hair.” But it is far more likely that this response has a negative depressive tone based on the next stanza–but I’ll save that for the next paragraph. The prisoners could be saying no matter what you do, life will soon be pointless: “there’s no point to want to comb your hair when it’s gray and thinning.” My favorite analysis, though, is much more extreme. Look at the first line, “Someday you’ll meet your rocking chair.” This is prisoners talking. The rocking chair isn’t made for old people on their front porch. They are talking about the electric chair. And “spinning” in the next line has a double meaning: an ironic meaning of hanging out, and could also refer to also the idea of going in circles forever, waiting on death row. The next stanza (not in cluded in the lyrics above) requires you to view the sixth stanza in a negative tone. It is the bank robber’s change in perspective from viewing himself as a hero to realizing that everything he has lived for is pointless, and always will be. Inside his head he is screaming “Get away!” in internal agony. Picture his confusion, sitting at the bar with the old man, hand covering his eyes. Run, rabbit, run Strike out, boys, for the hills I can find that hole in the wall And I know that they never will Then the eighth stanza is the bank robber’s memory of a job he pulled with his accomplices. He remembers his ignorant confidence, as if he is Dillinger or Baby Face Nelson screaming “Run, rabbit, run;” he has his gun hand and a smile surrounding his cigar. This poem means so much to me. I still have no idea why. I think it is incredibly intriguing. I can’t even really figure out its central purpose. It is similar to didactic poetry--poetry that preaches--but asks more questions than it gives answers. It poses the question of how one should live life. The old man who lived his life like society wanted is incredibly upset, as is the bank robber who lived his life by seizing the day. So maybe the central purpose has nothing to do with preaching about seizing the day nor telling people to give up and obey society. Maybe the central purpose is to preach about questioning your life and what you are doing with it. |
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