Un inno al Britpop: Blur contro Oasis, Nord contro Sud, ironia contro rabbia. La canzone che racconta l’anima divisa dell’Inghilterra.
Hey mate, switch on the radio,
It’s not Seattle, it’s Camden Town.
We’ve got tea, guitars, and ego,
And the Queen still wears her crown.
London laughs through dirty rain,
Red buses roll, the pubs remain.
Damon hums about the ordinary day,
Turns grey routine into bright display.
Up in Manchester, stormy sky,
Liam shouts his lullaby:
“Give me something I can sing,
Or just a pint and a little swing!”
South vs North, same island, different shout,
Blur look in, Oasis break out.
We’re the kids of the ’90s, wild and clever,
Sneering at the world forever.
Britpop forever, love and noise,
Two guitars, same lost boys.
’95 blew up the air,
Country House met Roll With It there.
The Guardian sighed, The Sun took sides,
Pop became a class divide.
Who was right? Who really cares?
Both lit fires up the stairs.
One drew cities, one drew skies,
Both made England amplify.
South vs North, same rain on the glass,
One wears art school, one wears mass.
Vinyl hearts and bitter beer,
A louder truth than any premier.
Britpop forever, proud and raw,
Two cities, one guitar roar.
Then the noise began to fade,
One sailed west, one stayed.
Brothers fought, machines replaced,
But every time Wonderwall plays—
Or Parklife laughs from radio waves—
We’re back again, the decade saved.
South vs North, same flag in the wind,
No losers here, just where it begins.
Half Blur, half Oasis soul,
Still chasing glory down the dole.
Britpop forever, loud and clever,
We’re all still singing together.
Doesn’t matter who won.
As long as someone’s singing—
Britpop lives on.