“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Run down, gunned down, run down, gunned down
It’s on the news, page three girl dead
See all the photos on the centrespread
‘It’s a tragedy’, the headline reads
As the wonderful reader bleeds
It’s very tragic says the man on the news
But I don’t want his views
It was a waste of effort I think
You’ll miss everything if you blink
Run down, gunned down, run down, gunned down
19th June 2023 – Already calling out opinion as news.
Wise to decline an invitation from a madman
Such an inviting call may make happy a sad man
Because tonight they may take you astray
As become the eyeball in the ashtray
Peering and fearing and hearing and leering
I see you quietly watching, but I, in a flash
Think for you too quickly and I flick my ash
Rabbits don’t cry the scientist moans
Scientists don’t cry the rabbit moans
‘Excuse me, I think I’ve got something in my eye’
I hope it’s shampoo and I hope you die
It hurts to speak
It hurts to sniff
It hurts to eat
It hurts so much and I can’t figure out why
I think the world is ending, my oh my
What’s wrong? says an observer of pain
I think it’s my brain I say again
But I haven’t said it before
Oh It hurts
The dead are lying on your doorstep
The TV reminds you never to forget
The crucifix hangs on your wall
While civilians hang in an age-old war
A forgotten war
El Salvador
31st Aug 2024 – I have a note next to the title that just says ‘Weird?’ meaning that the music for this shouldn’t be weird and as I’m writing it out here I can imagine that I was inspired by Crass’ ‘Penis Envy’ album.
I can see a light
Moving further away
Mainly is a dark
That clouds the light of day
I reach out and grasp
But find nothing to hold
So I sit back and shut my door
And do as I’ve been told
That light fades into oblivion
As I march the parade ground
Life has little reward
For the weak
No thoughts, no sound
The end is at hand – it’s the new demand
The end is at hand – destroy the land
The end is at hand – machines all unmanned
The end is at hand – everything is banned
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
The end is at hand
We’re finished………
17th June 2023 – Certainly inspired by Flux of Pink Indians somehow. I can hear their first album when I read this.
Can’t you hear the people crying?
Slowly dying, slowly dying
Can’t you hear some people laughing?
Never crying, never crying
Rich for the rich
Poor for the poor
We don’t want your life no more
Life life life life
You can’t kill life
There is a point to living
They can’t take away
You can’t give up giving
Life life life life
possibly inspired by Disorder’s Life
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