I
remember as a child looking up to older brothers and longing to experience all
their great adventures. Years later I found most of those things to be a great
disappointment. What had looked so good as a child now seemed so dull when I
came to experience it.
And
though spiritual seduction might seem more my aim, right now I just want to
take off all your clothes and do something dirty to you …
Reality
– I don’t think so, not yet.
These words could be incorrect. I hope you are less confused.
There’s not much involved in casting doubt
Too much to think about
I’d relate my thoughts to you
But I’m not that stupid to put my faith in you.
Faces of Strummer fell from your wall
And nothing was left where they hung
So sweet and bitter, they’re what we found
So drink them down
I found some blood I
wasn’t meant to find
I found some feelings that
we’d left behind
But then some blood won't
mean that much to me
When I’ve been smothered
in the sympathy you bleed.
There’s
enough for all of need
But
not enough for all of our greed
Only at night time, I see you
In darkness, I feel you
A bride my side – I’m inside many brides
Sometimes I wonder
What goes on in your mind, always silent and kind
Unlike the others
Fuck the mothers kill the others
Fuck the others kill the mothers
I’ll put it out of my mind
I’m out of my mind with you
In heaven and hell with you
This cold marble slab submits at my feet
With a neat dissection
Looking so sweet to me – please come to me
With your cold flesh – my cold love
Hissing – not kissing
A happy lucky go chap – always dressed in black
He’ll come to you; he’ll come to you
My nightshift sisters
Await your nightly visitor
A new vocation in life
My love with a knife
Fuck the mothers kill the others
Fuck the others kill the mothers
I’ll put it out of my mind
I’m out of my mind with you
In heaven and hell with you
Are you listening to your fear?
The beat is drawing nearer
Like the little drum in your ear
Transfixing you in your fear
Listen…
What is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and
thirst?
Inflammable material
planted in my head
It’s a suspect device
that’s left 2000 dead
You’re a suspect device
they know they can’t refuse
We’re going to blow up
in your face
How we going to make our nations rise?
Agitate, educate and organise
Governments alone can’t cause us distress
Without the people who let them get away with it
Of course, I hate the reign of the ruling class. The reign of police and priests
But I hate even more the man who does not hate it with every force at his disposal
To students of human nature; it will not seem strange that this man, who was such a fighter, should at the same time, be the kindliest and gentlest of men. They will understand that he could hate so fiercely only because he could love so profoundly.