sábado, 18 de abril de 2009

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'Well', said Lydia. 'I became very tired of the view from my window. Every day, summer and winter, I looked out at the school yard and the high fence and the apartment block beyond, and I began to imagine I would die seeing these things, and I didn´t want this. I expect you understand what I mean?'

(Lydia to Lev, explaining why she left her teaching job in Eastern Europe, on a coach to London. "The Road Home", by Rose Treman, Vintage, 2008)

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marlon disse...

London

We came from the far North
summered in Crimea
deserted the armed forces
had to disappear
made it to the free West
on a chartered flight
so we could see what
we trained to fight

We were in London
Lets do it - lets break the law!
We were in London
Tell it like it is
We were in London
Tell it like it is

Looking for hard work
or credit card fraud
What do you expect from us?
We come from abroad
to get ourselves a new job
on a building-site
They work you so hard
but we trained to fight

My father fought in Afghanistan
His widows pension aint worth a damn
My mother works and goes home to cry
I want to live before I die

We were in London
Lets do it - lets break the law!
We were in London
Tell it like it is
We were in London
Tell it like it is