Month: February 2020

Praise Band Leaders and Hell Fire

“Pretty jesus let us praise, with candy floss and purple haze” But Hendrix wrote that didn’t he? Well, we’ll change the words for the bourgeoisie. Let us drown out all dissent with bass guitar and instruments, Designed to put off the passer by, Exchange brain for cornflakes and the noise of lies. “We know we’re right, we know, we know!…

Epitaph for a Lost Friend

I heard a newborn baby cry, I watched an old campaigner die, I asked myself why, why, why, I can’t get an answer,When the last man has laid down his gun, When my last serenade has come,When the last game has run, Into His glory day I want ancient wings, I want ancient strings, why? Because nobody wants to die Leave youth young glory day Hiroshima’s atom…