En el conocido sello Stiff Ian Dury y los Blockheads grabaron una serie de discos muy aprovechables dentro de la escena new wave. El inglés Dury nació el 12 de mayo de 1942 en la localidad de Upminster, Essex.
En su niñez sufrió la polio, hecho que condicionaría su físico. Después de terminar en el instituto, estudió arte y mientras daba clases de pintura decidió que dejaba el pincel, por lo menos profesionalmente, para intentar buscarse un hueco en la música.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
...ITINERANT CHILD... by Ian Dury & The Blockheads ---------------------.............................
*from 'Mr. Love Pants' (1997)*
Intro:
C7
Verse 1:
C7 I took out all the seats and away I went, F7C7 Its a right old banger and the chassis bent. It's got a great big peace sign across the back, F7C7 And most of the windows have been painted black. (Painted black).
Verse 2:
C7 The wind shield's cracked, its a bugger to drive, F7C7 It starts making smoke over forty-five. C7 It's a psychedelic nightmare with a million leaks, F7C7 It's home-sweet-home to some sweet arse freaks.
Chorus 1:
C7F7Bb7C7 Slow down, I-tinerant child; the road is full of danger. C7F7Bb7C7 Slow down, I-tinerant child; there's no more welcome, stranger.
Verse 3:
C7 Soon I was rumbling through the morning fog, F7C7 With my long haired children and my one eyed dog. C7 With the trucks and the buses and the trailer-vans, F7C7 My long throw horns playing Steely Dan. (Steely Dan).
Verse 4:
C7 We straggled out for miles along the Beggars Hill, F7C7 When the word came down that we'd lost Old Bill. C7 You can bet your boots I'm coming when the times are hard, F7C7 That's why they keep my dossier at Scotland Yard.
Chorus 2:
C7F7Bb7C7 Slow down, I-tinerant child; you're still accele-rating. C7F7Bb7C7 Slow down, I-tinerant child; the boys in blue are waiting.
Break:
GmFC7Gm Itinerant child, don't do what you're doing. F Itinerant child, you'd better slow down.
Solo:
C7
Verse 5:
C7 We drove into Happy Valley, seeking peace and love, F7C7 With a lone helicopter hanging up above. C7 We didn't realise until we hit the field, F7C7 There were four hundred cozzers, holding riot shields.
Verse 6:
C7 They terrorized our babies and they broke our heads, F7C7 It's a stone fucking miracle there's no-one dead. C7 They turned my ramshackle home into a burning wreck, F7C7 My one-eyed dog got a broken neck.
Chorus 3:
C7F7Bb7C7 Slow down, I-tinerant child; the road is full of danger. C7F7Bb7C7 Slow down, I-tinerant child; there's no more welcome, stranger.
C7F7Bb7C7 Slow down, I-tinerant child; you're still accele-rating. C7F7Bb7C7 Slow down, I-tinerant child; the boys in blue are waiting.