Denial worked for you for many years When you nearly crashed when turning right You give no hint that you had any fear Denial worked for you for many years Real though is the body,real the tears As I sat beside you,well prepared Your smile was not imagined,nor the light Denial worked for you for many years Once you nearly crashed, that was not right
When we turn our face the other way The roving car will hit us with its force No time for any thought,much less a prayer When we turn our face the other way We will feel the impact or we die No new day will dawn for those who care When their eyes are red, their voices hoarse When we turn our face the other way The speeding car will hit us with its force
As music went and silence overwhelmed As in deep despair, I thought to end When nothing seemed to help me on on my way Perhaps I’d lost the track and so must pay
Empty now of thought and of desire The vision of the darkness without fire The utter loss of any help at all From the depths, my heart cried out appalled Expecting nothing, hoping even less A fire of gold appeared to hold,caress And tears rained down my face from eyes amazed While in my flesh I felt caressed and saved I bowed my head in assent to this good The crucified, the lost, have understood
Now we’re used to hearing “fuck” and “shit” What words can we use to let off steam? Oh, what a twit omitting words like “twat” However will I have erotic dreams? Few words are forbidden in our books Little children learn to swear and scream On the television, some won’t look As words like this flow out in lengthy streams Lady Chatterley, you were the cause But what will be the affect and effect? Lawrence, you were eager to enjoy But who could know what others might detect?
I think I shall say ” sorry” when I rage Would “lies and curses” draw more to my page?
My brother broke my finger and he set my hair on fire He put it out with urine from the baby’s pot, the Liar He stole the meat from off my plate and stuffed in his mouth He still denies he hurt me but I will tell the truth
When my leg was broken, he asked me for a race I only realised later that his motives could be base He ran away and left me, on the way to school I was knocked down by a bicycle, my suffering was cruel
He stole my books, he mocked my choir, he criticised and lied I might tell you other things I have bottled up inside But one fine day I got a grant to go away to learn I bought myself a pair of shoes and my luck seemed to turn
Later on, he told me that he loved me very much He had been to Cambridge where he’d studied double Dutch
Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars We even sell our weapons and the torture tools make gold Europe a disaster for more than several hundred years
We will not watch the News as this sort of stuff’s a bore My heart is beating faster and I’m feeling freezing cold Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars
We’re defenceless little creatures with wicked central core With our many nuclear weapons, maybe we are over-bold Europe courts disaster for more than several hundred years
Jesus hangs defenceless outside the liquor store I wonder how much longer those Roman nails will hold Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars
The pain of living here is that our swollen hearts will tear God picks up a paperclip, his lips are cold and closed Europe a disaster for more than several hundred years
Now the Day of Judgement comes, we stand arrayed in rows The Jews are singing Kaddish while the tortured children freeze Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars Civilised disaster for the last two thousand years