The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white, Is rapping on your window ’cause he knows you’re hiding here tonight He’s travelled from the city to your country slum Under rain and black clouds And the burnt-out silver sun He’ll drop you where you stand Lift the roof with his bare hands And hand you […]
Mr. Baby - Fatima Mansions, The
See the priest in gleaming nappies Gurgling and burping child at play Signing warrents, blessing firing squads Are the pleasures of this baby’s day In a street where broken buildings fall On burning people ten feet tall On stockinged knees, not all, not all Just those who fight in bonfire light In spite of all […]
A necklace of rubber, burning bright A burning rubber necklace for my angel’s delight A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks For the rich man’s militia photographing my block Kill a cop. why the hell not? Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn! I got a word for you: dead Got a trampoline–your fuckin’ head You roll down […]
Be Dead - Fatima Mansions, The
("the way to keep people in line is to scare the shit out of ’em.") Be dead Be dead…. ("there isn’t anybody left.") ("no no no!") ("everything is running out.") ("no no no!") Be dead Be dead…. ("everything is running out.")
A glass ravine The low clouds which wink The boughs burnt diesel and burning pig Wide rutted streets "666 park avenue", yells a big red sign As if some anglo-saxon in love with his doom Left such a cheeky shrine Then all at once the daylight came The river lay ahead In it stood a […]
Greyhair - Fatima Mansions, The
Greyhair fool, shoes undone The fields ahead Leaves black as coal Landmark-free, no walls, no trees To greet him on this night of his return Chorus: So who will love this lie on legs Who can’t change skin and is not yet dead? The universal foreigner The homeless greyhair son Scrambles blind up muddy slope […]
Somebody’s threatened you, well, you know why Time now to pay for misdeeds you deny Life can be cheerless in intensive care Keep a cool head and you won’t know you’re there You won’t need a shot when you sniff just a drop Of the perfumes of paradise! ("then we’re dead!") Bulldoze the street where […]
("one was taking the gate down today and one reads the bible.") Welcome to apeville! now you’re a citizen, too Meet mrs. doreen pompidou She’d like to do the shimmy on top of you The wall is coming down The one which holds the house up A brass band playing in a dumptruck Is visible […]
He and she, their empty house He’s awake, she sleeps His eyes are for one sight alone–the purple window Now his desires, his secret wish He never lets her see ’cause he keeps it here for the shape that lives In the purple window The purple window Celebrations and perspiration And exploration are gone for […]
