domingo, 22 de junio de 2014

A un macho le gusta la fruta.

Pocas canciones describen tan bien la neurosis londinense como esta canción de Man Like Me, banda que combina ska, hip hop y mucha creatividad para hablar sobre la comida procesada, los alimentos orgánicos, los cigarrillos caseros, el reciclaje de las bolsas de supermercado y sobre como la globalización provoca el abandono de platos locales como el "pie and mash". La letra tras el salto.

A Man Likes Fruit
A Man Likes Fruit
Full Stop
Not to be rude
But I have issues with food
Excuse as I intrude
But I'm an obsessive compulsive who hates
Process they put on plates
Don't deep fry or bake
That's a great chique creator make

Don't trust cadburys
Don't trust dairylea
And whatever you do stay well clear of sunny D

Why don't you try fresh fruit
Organic Produce
Try GM Free milk with your tea

(Yeah I know what you're saying the organics more expensive but save those
Pennies save those pennies they've got a converter at sainsburys)

Roll up Roll up your b-b-brown paper bags
Roll up roll up your self packed fags
You roll up
(You roll up)
From a vending machine
And claim you got mugged off 'cause they only sold you sixteen (Sixteen)

When it comes to plums
They remind me of your mums
Too many will give you the runs
But if you don't want the runs ru-runs-runs
Try bananas
Don't argue with bananas
Take a break from your palava's or use it as a sexual toy with your partner
(OOH! )

What about london fruits?
What about British fruits?
What happened to pie and mash?
Wanna go to the Caff?
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/man-like-me-fruit-lyrics.html ]
But my plumbs, they're so purple p-purple p-purple
Pies- They're just dead not alive.
Pears, I love my pears, they sort our vinegar squares
Hey, hey sample a baggins a baggins of apples
Not N-not for bein' spoilt
N-Not for being spoilt
You know what they say...

Roll up Roll up your b-b-brown paper bags
Roll up roll up your self packed fags
You roll up
(You roll up)
From a vending machine
And claim you got mugged off 'cause they only sold you sixteen (Sixteen)

Every Kind: Oranges, strawberrys cherry bananas,  Passion Fruit...

What about london fruits?
What about British fruits?
What happened to pie and mash?
Wanna go to the Caff?

"Wanna Cup of tea with that love?
Ooh yeah please uhm, Milk and two sugars"

Roll up Roll up your b-b-brown paper bags
Roll up roll up your self packed fags
You roll up (You roll up)
From a vending machine
And claim you got mugged off 'cause they only sold you sixteen (Sixteen)

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