Su Sempre un po’ a disagio c’è chi giustamente si lamenta del Morrissey-pensiero tirato in ballo solo perché c’è panico tra le strade Londra e analogo stato d’animo a Birmingham, ma, come è noto ai più, la rivoluzione che gli Smiths avrebbero voluto scatenare non andava al di fuori delle loro membra, al massimo della sala prove. Figuriamoci poi con i Clash. Solo perché c’è Londra nel titolo, o perché la canzone ha un testo che parla dei suoi quartieri, non è detto sia attinente a quello che sta succedendo lassù. Per carità, poi ognuno fa quel che gli pare, ma allora non è meglio usare il nichilismo dei Sex Pistols, come propriamente è stato fatto in UK? Ecco, per esempio, il testo di London’s burning (via Radioclash, l’unico sito that matters).

London’s burning! London’s burning!
All across the town, all across the night
Everybody’s driving with full headlights
Black or white turn it on
Face the new the religion
Everybody’s sitting’ round watching television !
London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning dial 99999
I’m up and down the Westway, in an’out the lights
What a great traffic system…it’s so bright
I can’t think of a better way to spend the night
Then speeding around underneath the
Yellow lights
London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning dial 99999
Now I’m in the subway and I’m looking for the flat
This one leads to this block, this one leads to that
The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home
I run through the empty stone because
I’m all alone
London’s burning with boredom now
London’s burning dial 99999

oppure il testo di London Calling:

London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us
Phony beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain’t got no swing Except for the ring 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

‘Cos London is drowing and I live by the river

London Calling, to the imitation zone
Forget it brother, you can go it alone
London calling to 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 noddin’out
London Calling, see we ain’t got no highs Except for that one whit the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running the wheat is growing thin

A nuclear error but I have no fear
‘Cos London is drowing and I live by the river

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
An’ after all this, won’t you give me a smile?
I never felt so much a’ like…

e ancora Guns of Brixton:

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh the guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven as in hell
You see he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of The Harder They Come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
You can even shoot us
But oh…the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting on death row
His game was survivin’
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh the guns of Brixton

Speriamo la protesta non dilaghi anche a Chelsea, non vorrei sentire usato anche il nome di Nico invano.