Wednesday 6 July 2011

Working on the Bright Eyes CD for Al. I don't think I'm going to convince him but...here goes.....

Further to yesterday's U2 verses..just re-listened to some Bright Eyes tunes and was reminded of these verses to 'at the bottom of everything'...


We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare



We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing



We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run


We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in the caverns of tomorrow with our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge 


1 comment:

  1. It's at times like these that i am reminded of these classic lines:

    Now here's a little story
    To tell it is a must
    About an unsung hero
    That moves away your dust
    Some people make a fortune
    Other's earn a mint
    My old man don't earn much
    In fact....he's flippin'.....skint
    Oh, my old man's a dustman
    He wears a dustman's hat
    He wears cor blimey trousers
    And he lives in a council flat
    He looks a proper narner
    In his great big hob nailed boots
    He's got such a job to pull em up
    That he calls them daisy roots

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