CANCIONES VARIAS 4

Bloque dedicado a canciones dedicadas a ciudades, por diversos artistas:

En primer lugar los emigrantes irlandeses Dropkick Murphys, dedicando la canción a Boston:



For Boston, for Boston,
we sing our proud refrain
for Boston, for Boston
'tis wisdom's earthly fane
for here are all one and our hearts are true and the towers
on the heights reach the heavens own blue.

for Boston, for Boston
'til the echoes ring again
For Boston, for Boston
thy glory is our own

for Boston, for Boston
'tis here that truth is known
and ever with a right shall our heirs be found
'til time shall be no more and thy work is crowned
for Boston, for Boston
thy glory is our own


 Los Dictators con su homenaje a la gran manzana, New York,New York :




Smoking marijuana
Watching channel five
Got to get my strength
up In this struggle to survive
Everyone's an asshole
Everyone's a creep
I look out my window
And there's garbage in the streets

I live in the city
I breathe dirty air
I ride trains with b-boys junkies,
queens and squares
Everybody's hungry

I don't know what to do
I used to live on pizza
Now I live on Chinese food
I can't stand my neighbors
Screaming all the time
If I wasn't blasting
Sister ray I could lose my mind

I live in the city
I breathe dirty air
I ride trains with b-boys
junkies, queens and squares

Safely someone's smiling
The fat man waits his turn
Soon he'll count his money
While the south Bronx slowly burns
Get out for the children
Get your ass and run
Get out of this stinkin mess
To a safe suburban slum

I live in the city
I breathe dirty air
I ride trains with b-boys junkies,
queens and squares


De los Californianos X, tema dedicado a Los Angeles :




she, had to leave los angeles
all her toys wore out in black
 and her boys had too she started
to hate every nigger and jew every mexican
that gave her lotta shit every homosexual
and the idle rich idle rich she had to get out,
get out get out, get out get out,
get out she gets confused flying
over the dateline her hands turn red cause
the days change at night
change in an instant the days change at night
change in an instant
she had to leave los angeles
she found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend
she bought a clock on hollywood blvd
the day she left it felt sad,
it felt sad it felt saaaaaaad she had to get out,
get out get out, get out get out,
get out she gets confused
flying over the dateline her hands turn red cause
the days change at night
change in an instant
the days change at night
change in an instant
the days change at night
change in an instant

Entre 1973 y 1974, Neil Young con "Souther man", y con la canción "Alabama" de su siguiente disco, criticaba a los sureños de paletos racistas. Como respuesta, los sureños Lynryd Skynryd, le devolvieron la pelota en forma de tema musical, "Sweet home Alabama". Los sureños aceptaban la crítica a los racistas, pero no aceptaban la afirmación de que todos los sureños sean paletos racistas:

1, 2, 3 Turn it up
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see
my kin Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabama once again
And I think it's a sin, yes

Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about her
Well, I heard ol' Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him
around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the governor, boo boo boo
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Here I come,
Alabama Ah ah ah Alabama,
ah ah ah Alabama,
ah ah ah Alabama,
ah ah ah Alabama

Now Muscle Shoals has got the swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two (Yes, they do!) Lord, they get me off so much
They pick me up when
I'm feeling blue, now how about you?

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama,
oh, sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue and the governor's true
Sweet home Alabama, Lordy Lord,
I'm coming home to you,
yeah yeah Montgomery's got the answer