Big kiss love you all! Cheers Bill for the upkeep, cheers Count Basie and Friar Bellows for the laughs, and to all my firends and enemies I'll see you on the other side. . .have a good'un
Gimme back my broken night, My mirrored room, my secret life. It's lonely here, There's no one left to torture.
Gimme absolute control Over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, That's an order.
Gimme crack and anal sex, Take the only tree that's left, Stuff it up the hole In your culture.
Gimme back the Berlin Wall, Gimme Stalin and St. Paul I've seen the future, brother, It is murder.
Things are gonna slide, Slide in all directions, Won't be nothing, Won't be nothing You can measure anymore. The blizzard, The blizzard of the world Has crossed the threshold And it's overturned The order of the soul.
When they said, "Repent! Repent!" I wonder what they meant. When they said, "Repent! Repent!" I wonder what they meant. When they said, "Repent! Repent!" I wonder what they meant.
You don't know me from the wind. You never will, you never did. I'm the little Jew Who wrote The Bible.
I've seen the nations rise and fall, I've heard their stories, heard them all, But love's the only engine of survival.
Your servant here, He has been told To say it clear, To say it cold: It's over, It ain't going Any further.
And now the wheels of heaven stop, You feel the Devil's riding crop, Get ready for the future, It is murder.
Things are gonna slide, Slide in all directions, Won't be nothing, Won't be nothing You can measure anymore. The blizzard, The blizzard of the world Has crossed the threshold And it's overturned The order of the soul.
When they said, "Repent! Repent!" I wonder what they meant. When they said, "Repent! Repent!" I wonder what they meant. When they said, "Repent! Repent!" I wonder what they meant.
There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code. Your private life will suddenly explode. There'll be phantoms, there'll be fires on the road. And a white man dancin'.
You'll see a woman hanging upside down. Her features covered by her fallen gown. And all the lousy little poets come around, Tryin' to sound Like Charlie Manson. And the white man dancin'.
Gimme back the Berlin wall. Gimme Stalin and St. Paul. Give me Christ Or give me Hiroshima.
Destroy another foetus now, We don't like children anyhow. I've seen the future, baby, It is murder.
Things are gonna slide, Slide in all directions, Won't be nothing, Won't be nothing You can measure anymore. The blizzard, The blizzard of the world Has crossed the threshold And it's overturned The order of the soul.
When they said, "Repent! Repent!" I wonder what they meant. When they said, "Repent! Repent!" I wonder what they meant. When they said, "Repent! Repent!" I wonder what they meant.
Cut n paste from Crass or Conflict, its gotta be eh? Maybe Mr Basie is entering into the 'who's more punk' argument - the answer is you are. . .happy new year Mikey and Glib
You ignorant Philistines! Those are the lyrics to "The Future", the title track of the Leonard Cohen album called... err... umm... oh, yeah, "The Future". What do you mean, "Who's Leonard Cohen?" ???!!!??? It plays over the end credits of Oliver Stone's "Natural Born Killers". ("Waiting for the Miracle" from the same album plays over the opening scene.) And I typed 'em out.
On the strength of all this I'm gonna subscribe to your blog. ..you lucky old bastard. My Dad loves Leonard Cohen, and I bought him a book of his poems one year. I must seek out this Co-hen character and learn myself of his mystic ways
Well fellow babies I'm so punk rock when I saw this post I thought of the "punk poet" whatever the fuck his three names are http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1xPaVvnHA4&feature=player_embedded#