XTC - No Thugs in Our House

Ascoltate questa canzone, ne vale veramente la pena.

E’ uno dei migliori pezzi degli XTC, band che qualcuno ha definito la seconda miglior pop band inglese dopo i Beatles (e non l’ho detto io!).

Uno dei pochissimi gruppi nel music business ad accoppiare livelli altissimi di musica e di testi.

Uno dei pezzi con i suoni più duri dell’intero repertorio della band, contenuto in quel capolavoro di album che è English Settlement (Virgin - 1983).

La canzone è di Andy Partridge, una delle due colonne portanti del songwriting assieme a Colin Moulding.

Ascoltando la canzone non si può fare a meno di notare i riferimenti sonori che sono germogliati a pioggia nelle band inglesi degli anni '90 e del 2000.

Ma soprattutto leggendo il testo non si può fare a meno di notare quanto ancora sia ancora attuale questa tematica: la difficoltà di comunicazione e l’incomprensione figli-genitori.
Avremo anche noi in casa un delinquente pensando invece di avere un angioletto?
Halleluja!

NO THUGS IN OUR HOUSE

“The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;

The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their
cushion-floor;
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen
door.

And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

The young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will open up
his book,
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been
so badly kicked,
Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much beer.
Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've
picked. and

And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,
They never readthat tattoo on his arm.
They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore,
They never thought he'd do folks any harm.

The insect-headed worker wife will hang her waspies on the line;

She's singing something stale and simple now this business has
fizzled out;
Her little tune is such a happy song
Her son is innocent,
He can't do wrong,
'Cos dads a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's
all about.

And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.”