Two groups show the different sides of ’70s pop – Abba and The Sex Pistols. Sweden’s Abba worked with the latest Technology. Their songs were popular with people from 8 to 80. They were rich. They made videos. They were in fact, superstar entertainers. And they weren’t alone. There were a lot of other ’70s superstars, too – Elton John, David Bowie, Rod Stewart, Queen.
By the mid – ’70s, music was a billion – dollar industry and artists like these controlled it. But not everybody was happy with superstar pop. For many people it didn’t take enough risks. Some of them decided to play a new, more dangerous kind of music – punk rock. The punk revolution began in small clubs. One of them was the “The 100 Club” in London’s Oxford Street. That’s where bands like the Sex Pistols used to appear in the late ’70s. Everything about their clothes and music was different. They didn’t look happy and rich. They looked many of them couldn’t play their
Instruments at all. Groups like the Sex Pistols brought new energy to music. Suddenly it belonged to the kids again. But not for long. Punk started as a revolution… by 1980 it was a fashion.
Happy New Year! No more champagne And the fireworks are through Here we are, me and you Feeling lost and feeling blue It’s the end of the party And the morning seems so grey So unlike yesterday Now’s the time for us to say…
Refrain: Happy New Year, Happy New Year! May we all have a vision now and then Of a world where every neighbour is a friend. Happy New Year, Happy New Year! May we all have our hopes, our will to try If we don’t we might as well lay down and die You and I. Sometimes I see
How the brave new world arrives And I see how it thrives In the ashes of our lives. Oh yes, man is a fool And he thinks he’ll be Ok Dragging on, feet of clay Never knowing he’s astray Keeps on going anyway.
Seems to me flow That the dreams we had before Are all dead, nothing more. Than confetti on the floor It’s the end of a decade. In another ten years time Who can say what we’ll find What lies waiting down the line In the end of eighty-nine…
Money I work all night, I work all day To pay the bills I have to pay Ain’t it sad? And still there never seems To be a single penny left for me That’s too bad In my dreams I have a plan If I got me a wealthy man I wouldn’t have to work at all I’d fool around and have a ball Refrain: Money, money Must be funny In the rich man’s world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man’s world Aha-ahaaa All the things I could do If I had a little money It’s a rich man’s world x 2 A man like that is hard to find but I can’t get him off my mind Ain’t it sad? And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn’t fancy me That’s too bad So I must leave, I’ll have to go To Las Vegas or Monaco And win a fortune in a game My life will never be the same…
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The History of Rock and Pop The ’70s