Dans le derrière (reprint)
28 March 2007
God damn!
Why don’t you give yourself a break?
It’s such a difficult mistake to make
Too little hope came far too late
How -
Did they leave you in such a state?
How did they ever get you so sedate?
Big long now we be mates
Big difference now this makes
And I will see it again
They’re just building dams
You won’t overflow: you’ll stay a puddle; you’ll stagnate
And that’s just the kind of crap we’ll take
You keep stepping on the same old rakes
They’re in lab coats, lining the sides of the lake
They’re watching for your breathing rate
As if something from this world might lift that weight
When you’re not here
And now they want you to back-track
Fuck that
You’d get more out of Rorshack
And I will see it again
Back to the blackboard, back to the basics!
Freud and his clinical crew have got no cures
But decent tricks
We’ve got your dreams and your drugs and your dick
We know what makes you tick
In the Phd placard we’ve got space for you: we’ve got ’sick’
In the cabinet there’s a space for you under ’sick’
A voice comes up from below and tells me that God wants money
I look at my shoes, my shirt and my watch and realise I can’t argue
much
I always loved this. And I still do.
The best of this stuff always remembers to add just enough catch that beast to temper aggressive assertions of will/opinion/disgust/passion…
Lest (heaven forbid!) anything might get taken seriously. Glad it’s still got weight. I’ve reached 30 posts now so I’m going to take a break and start a new leaf. If I commit to continuity it’s going to be self-deprecation, irony and pudding ’til judgment day, by which time no-one’ll find those things funny. Take advantage of a turning point and find new feet to anoint.