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Rating: Chumbawamba is a group of anarchists who stumbled into success quite randomly with the song "Tubthumping". Back in 1997, it marked their departure after nine albums from their usual political-social commentary and critiques of the Blair government, embracing a sound that would soon bring Fatboy Slim, Wiseguys, and company to the forefront, causing extreme confusion in the aforementioned average Italian consumer™, who, upon purchasing another of their albums, found a band that had little in common with the scene of Norman Cook.
Despite everything, I have immense sympathy for them, and I say despite everything because that single is one of the very few things in their repertoire that doesn't make me puke natural mineral water like only a healthy bender would; this album is a folk album, bloody English folk, which, if almost bearable when the male voice is present, is better than a laxative when the irritating girly voice pops up from nowhere, incredibly tedious…
The end result is unsettling as I find myself appreciating a band that makes me sick: if you visit their website, you’ll find many interesting things to read—intelligent, well-written, far from clichés, and brave, especially these days when everyone is terribly afraid of being censored and therefore self-censors. But here we are talking about music and the verdict is: crap. And then massacring "Bella Ciao" is something I only allow Santoro to do.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 William Francis (03:41)
William Francis, noble lord
His fortune built on sweat and sword
Built an empire tall as a hill
But he don't have fun and he never will
My, my
Sees the world so far below
And though he tries, he'll never know
Friends to greet the breaking of day
And love to pass the night away
My, my
William Francis high and dry
With his paradise denied
My, my
William Francis, lost, alone
A thousand ifs and a heart of stone
He measures his life in (gain) and cost
But he'll never add up the world he lost
My, my
William Francis works us hard
But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard
He cannot laugh and he cannot cry
'Cos William Francis is cold inside
My, my
William Francis high and dry
With his paradise denied
My, my
11 Bella ciao (01:36)
The world is waking outside my window
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Drags my senses into the sunlight
For there are things that I must do
Wish me luck now, I have to leave you
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
With my friends now up to the city
We're going to shake the Gates of Hell
And I will tell them - we will tell them
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
That our sunlight is not for franchise
And wish the bastards drop down dead
Next time you see me I may be smiling
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
I'll be in prison or on the TV
I'll say, "the sunlight dragged me here!"
Stamattina mi sono alzato
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao
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