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quinta-feira, julho 07, 2005 

London is drowning, but I have no fear / Sete a meia haste

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down



London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don't LECTURE us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
Except for the reign of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning - I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone
London calling the zombies of death
Quit holding out - and draw another breath
London calling - and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you running out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won't you give me a smile?

I never felt so much ALIVE

- The Clash "London Calling" - Zapatista/1983

Não há causa que suporte a morte de um inocente.
Não há danos colaterais, não há razões de ordem superiores,
Não há deus, pátria, motivo, justificação, orgulho ou insurreição.

Há o travo amargo a cobardia e a injustiça.