Music and Pop Culture of the Cold War

Here’s Sting: “Russians” 1984

http://youtube.com/watch?v=4rk78eCIx4E&feature=related

[i]In europe and america, theres a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the soviets
Mr. krushchev said we will bury you
I dont subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy from oppenheimers deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the president
Theres no such thing as a winnable war
Its a lie that we dont believe anymore
Mr. reagan says we will protect you
I dont subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the russians love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is that the russians love their children too[/i]

–Sting/Gordon Sumner

Frankie Goes to Hollywood: “Two Tribes” 1984

http://youtube.com/watch?v=RTOQUnvI3CA

(–gill/johnson/o’toole)

[i]Ladies and gentlemen, let me present
Frankie goes to hollywood
Possibly the most important thing
This side of the world.

Oh yeah, well ard!

You may pronounce us guilty a thousand times over, but the goddess of the
Eternal court of history will smile and tear to tatters the brief of the
State prosecutor and the sentence of this court, for she acquits us
Condemn me
Condemn me
Condemn me
History will absolve
Singing “this will be the day that i die”.
Yeahhhhhaaaa
(if your grandmother or any other member of your family should die whilst in the shelter,
Put them outside, but remember to tag them first for identification purposes.)
Go to war
Go to war
Go to war
Heh
Just think, war breaks out and nobody turns up.
(if any member the family should die whilst in the shelter, put them outside,
But remember to tag them first for identification purposes.)
(if your grandmother or any other member of the family should die whil… …dentification purposes.)
Heh heh
It’s enough to make you wonder sometimes if you’re on the right planet.

Let’s go

*when two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score

Cowboy no. 1
A born-again poor man’s son
On the air america
I modelled shirts by van heusen-yeah

You know

*(repeat)

Working on the black gas

Switch off your shield
Switch off and feel
I’m working on loving-yeah
Giving you back the good times
Ship it out-out
I’m working for the black gas

*(repeat)

We got two tribes
We got the bomb
We got the bomb-yeah
Sock it to me biscuits-now

Are we living in a land
Where sex and horror are the new gods?
Yeah

When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
[/i]

Oh Nick i did not even guess you so musical:)
Never like a Sting. He is too depressed.And pessimistic.
Unlike the Soviet pop culture( alway optimistic- till the idiocy;)

BTW Nick do you accidentally know when has Khrushev promised to bury the western childrens?Are you sure the Sting did not use the drugs in that period?:wink:

Two tribes go to war?

Personally, I couldn’t give a fishes-tit for all that race-religeon-culture hate ballocks.

Here’s a typical life moulding experience I’m reminded of:

Back in '73-'74…ish, I was home on leave in Manchester having just completed a tour in West Belfast. I sometime saw, in my local pub, a chap we all knew as Pat. Pat was a Norhtern-Irish-Catholic form West Belfast. He and I had seen each other in the pub many times before and were aware of each other. usually, we exchanged a nod accross the room as we made eye-contact when gulping down the Black-stuff. One evening we were at the piss-stones together, and got into one of those typical conversations regarding recycling the good stuff. We were pleased to discover that we had both tried the obvious method of pissing into a pint glass and drinking it down, and concurred that it had lost its flavour during processing - a bonding moment!

Anyway, one evening I was in a pub, which I hadn’t been in before, wearing a Man. U. scarf, which I had borrowed from one of my brothers. Suddenly, four Man. City fans piled into me. There I was, battling away with my back to the wall when, suddenly, as if from nowhere, Pat comes wading-in. The two of us, together, knocked seven shades out of said City supporters. Afterwards, we spent the rest of the evening singing Irish rebel songs and getting absolutely rat-arsed.

A few days later, I saw Pat again in anohter pub. Here we go, I thought, we’ll have a few bevies, go on a pub-crawl, and find another war to finish off the evening. To my surprise, Pat, came over with a drink for me, and then explained that he was sorry, but word had got about within the ‘Community’ that he had not only been fraternising with a Tommy, but had been teamed up with him in a brawl. he apologised again and said that he’d been warned off and that this would have to be our last drink together. Needless to say, we made a great night of it, but I haven’t seen him since to this day.

So, it’s all ballocks to me. Nothing should be allowed to get in the way of a chaps fun.

[b]As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?”

“Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool, still you can not see That’s a lovely sow that me mother sent to me.”

Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more,
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before. …[/b]
(what eejit wrote ‘fool’ it doesn’t rhym)

Well, cheers to that mate!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=c9c4lLnY0rA

http://youtube.com/watch?v=J4KSDo5onN4

I don’t know what you mean?

Khrushchev said “we will bury you” in the early 1960s (although if memory serves correct, I believe he meant this in the connotation of economic competition and in consumer goods, not in terms of a military conflict. But his poor choice of words and bellicosity lent a certain malevolence to it).

And I’ve gathered from reading interviews that Sting has used drugs, but pretty moderately when compared to other musicians of his generation as he is considered to be somewhat of a “health nut” with his yoga stuff…

You’re welcome! :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=1B0Siye_J_I

And if you can’t take a joke you shouldn’t have…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifC9J6TdFrY :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

That’s right.
The Krushev mean the economic competition like he told about “Kuzkin mather” in New-York’s office of UN.

But he never did mean the USSR aimed to bury the western childrens and peoples.
Therefore the drug addict Sting suffered from ill imagination when he wrote this song:):slight_smile:

But his comments, along with his bellicose manner were still irresponsible for a head of state to be making, just as Reagan’s joke about the “bombing beginning in 15 minutes” in the 80s was…