Living in the Heart of the Beast
Situation that rules your world (despite all you've said)
I would strike against it but the rule displaces…
There I burn in my own lights fuelled with flags torn out
Of books, and histories of marching together…
United with heroes, we were the rage, the fire
But I was given a different destiny - knotted in closer despair
Calling to heroes do you have to speak that way all the time ?
Tales told by idiots in paperbacks; a play of forms
To spite my fabulous need to fight and live
We exchange words, coins, movements - paralysed in loops
Of care that we hoped could knot a world still
Sere words, toothless, ruined now, bulldozed into brimming pits -who has used them how? Grammar book that lies wasted :
Conflux of voices rising to meet, and fall
Empty, divided, other…
Clutching at sleeves the wordless man exposes his failure :
Smiling, he hurls a wine glass, describing his sadness twisted
Into mere form: shattered in a glass, he's changed…
Now dare he seize the life before him and discompound it in
Sulphurous confusion and give it to the air?
He's rushing to find where there's a word of liquid syntax - signs let slip in a flash : "clothes of chaos are my rage !"
He shrieks in tatters, hunting the eye of his own storm
We were born to serve you all our bloody lives
Labouring tongues we give rise to soft lies :
Disguised metaphors that keep us in a vast inverted stillness
Twice edged with fear
Twilight signs decompose us
High in offices we stared into the turning wheel of cities
Dense and ravelled close yet separate: planned to kill all encounter
Intricate we saw your state at work its shapes
Abstracted from all human intent. With our history's fire
We shall harrow your signs
Now is the time to begin to go forward - advance from despair
The darkness of solitary men - who are chained in a market they
Cannot control - in the name of a freedom that hangs like a pall
On our cities. And their towers of silence we shall destroy
Now is the time to begin to determine directions, refuse to admit
The existence of destiny's rule. We shall seize from all heroes and
Merchants our labour, our lives, and our practice of history : this
Our choice, defines the truth of all that we do
Seize on the words that oppose us with alien force; they're enslaved
By the power of capital's kings who reduce them to coinage and
Hollow exchange in the struggle to hold us, they're bitterly
Outlasting… Time to sweep them down from power - deeds renew words
Dare to take sides in the fight for freedom that is common cause
Let us all be as strong and as resolute. We're in the midst of
A universe turning in turmoil; of classes and armies of thought
Making war - their contradictions clash and echo through time
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Hopefully one day this song will be irrelevant but that's not today, where it is as relevant if not moreso as it was in 1981
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Down beneath the spectacle of free
No one ever lets you see
The Citizen King
Ruling the fantastic architecture of the burning cities
Where we buy and sell
La la la la la la la la la la la la
That the Snark was a Boojum all can tell
But a rose is a rose is a rose
Said the Mama of Dada as long ago as 1919
You make arrangements with the guard
Halfway round the exercise yard
To sugar the pill
Disguising the enormous
Double-time the king pays to Wordsworth
More than you or I could reasonably forfeit to buy...
Double-time the king pays to Wordsworth
More than you or I could reasonably buy...
If we live (we live) to tread on dead kings
Or else we'll work to live to buy the things we multiply
Until they fill the ordered universe.
Down beneath the spectacle of free
No one ever lets you see
The Citizen King
Ruling the fantastic architecture of the burning cities
Where we buy and sell
La la la la la la la la la la la la
That the Snark was a Boojum all can tell
But a rose is a rose is a rose
Said the Mama of Dada as long ago as 1919....
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