Il Pecatti dell Pop: 5-Feb-2011 Grizzly Bar (Alicante)

SING IF YOU'RE GLAD TO BE GAY (1978)
The British Police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
'Bout them raiding our pubs for no reason at all
Lining the customers up by the wall
Picking out people and knocking them down
Resisting arrest as they're kicked on the ground
Searching their houses and calling them queer
I don't believe that sort of thing happens here

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

Pictures of naked young women are fun
In Titbits and Playboy, page three of The Sun
There's no nudes in Gay News our last magazine
But they still find excuses to call it obscene
Read how disgusting we are in the press
The News of The World and the Sunday Express
Molesters of children, corruptors of youth
It's there in the paper, it must be the truth

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

Don't try to kid us that if you're discreet
You're perfectly safe as you walk down the street
You don't have to mince or make bitchy remarks
To get beaten unconscious and left in the dark
I had a friend who was gentle and short
Got lonely one evening and went for a walk
Queerbashers caught him and kicked in his teeth
He was only hospitalised for a week

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

So sit back and watch as they close all our clubs
Arrest us for meeting and raid all our pubs
Make sure your boyfriend's at least 21
So only your friends and your brothers get done
Lie to your workmates, lie to your folks
Put down the queens and tell anti-queer jokes
Gay Lib's ridiculous, join their laughter
"The buggers are legal now,
what more are they after ?"

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey


CANTA SI ESTAS CONTENTO DE SER GAY (1978)
La policía británica es la mejor del mundo
No creo ni una sola de las historias que he oído
sobre asaltos a nuestros bares sin ningún motivo.
poniendo en fila a los clientes contra la pared,
eligiendo gente y derribándoles a golpes,
resisitiéndose al arresto mientras son pateados en el suelo,
averiguando sus domicilios y llamándoles maricas.
No creo que ese tipo de cosas sucedan aquí.

Canta si estás contento de ser gay.
Canta si así eres feliz.

Las fotos de jovencitas desnudas son divertidas
en Titbits y Playboy, en la página tres de The Sun.
No hay desnudos en Gay News, nuestra última revista,
pero aún encuentran excusas para llamarla obscena.
Lee lo asquerosos que somos en la prensa,
en The News of The World y el Sunday Express.
Pederastas, corruptores de menores.
Sale en los diarios, debe ser verdad.

Canta si estás contento de ser gay.
Canta si así eres feliz.

No nos toméis el pelo diciendo que si eres discreto
estás totalmente a salvo mientras das una vuelta.
No hace falta que seas amanerado o seas una marica criticona
para que te golpeen y te dejen inconsciente en la oscuridad.
Tuve un amigo que era dulce y bajito.
Se quedó solo una noche y salió a dar un paseo.
Unos homófobos le cogieron y le patearon los dientes.
Estuvo una semana en el hospital.

Canta si estás contento de ser gay.
Canta si así eres feliz.

Así que siéntate y observa cómo cierran nuestros clubs,
nos arrestan por reunirnos y asaltan todos nuestros bares.
Asegúrate de que tu novio tiene al menos 21 años
para que sólo puedan arrestar a tus amigos y hermanos.
Miente a tus compañeros de trabajo, miente a tus colegas.
Menosprecia a las reinonas y cuenta chistes homófobos.
La causa gay es ridícula, ríete con ellos.
"La sodomía ya es legal,
¿Qué más quieren?"

Canta si estás contento de ser gay.
Canta si así eres feliz.
Canta si estás contento de ser gay.
Canta si así eres feliz.

You know the answers!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJxCFa8YmbQ

Lazy Afternoon (Vanessa Williams)

Songwriters: Latouche, John; Moross, Jerome;

It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view but us two

It's a lazy afternoon
And the farmer leaves his reaping
In the meadow cows are sleeping
And the speckled trouts stop leaping upstream as we dream

A far pink cloud hangs over a hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit real still
You can hear the grass as it grows

It's a hazy afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet except for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
Lazy afternoon

It's a hazy afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet except for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me, with me

(Lazy afternoon, a lazy afternoon)
There's nothing like lazy, lazy afternoon
(Lazy afternoon, a lazy afternoon)
Hold my hand, let's go deep into a lazy
(Lazy afternoon, a lazy afternoon)
You and me
(Lazy afternoon)

Just an image I found on the net.