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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Making Plans iz Arrogance

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(Volcanic Poetry in Wiki Report)


Χορτασμένος και μπαρουτοκαπνισμένος, τι να σας πω για τα ταξίδια του Αρχιερέα εις τας Ανατολάς ή τα βόρεια βεγγαλικά που σκάνε;

Μόνο να θυμίσω –ειδικά στον Άνθρωπο εν μέσω της φύσης –πως το να κάνεις σχέδια είναι μάλλον
αλαζονική συνήθεια.

Και στις δύο ενότητες θεμάτων πάντως… μάλλον αργήσαμε.


I Love the World

The roll of distant thunder breaks,
the afternoon of silence wakes
They hurry through from Petergate
as if they know this dance

In fury blind, I drive at night
across the moors, the open roads
Beneath the freezing starry skies,
racing in some trance

These cities are illusions
of some triumph over Nature's laws
We've seen the iron carcass rust
and buildings topple into dust

And as the waters rise, it seems
we cling to all the rootless things
The Christian lies, technology,
while spirits scream and sing

Oh God I love the world…

Well I never said I was a clever man
but I know enough to understand
That the endless leaps and forward plans
will someday have to cease


You blind yourselves with comfort lies
like lightning never strikes you twice
And we laugh at your amazed surprise
as the Ark begins to sink

This temple that is built so well
to separate us from ourselves
Is a power grown beyond control,
a will without a face

And watching from outside I wish
that I could wash my hands of this
But we are locked together here,
this bittersweet embrace

Oh God I love the world…

And if one day the final fire
explodes across the whitened sky
I know you've said you'd rather die
and make it over fast

With courage from your bravest friends,
waiting outside for the end
With no bitterness but an innocence
that I can't seem to grasp

I know somehow I will survive
- this fury just to stay alive
So drunk with sickness, weak with pain,
I can walk the hills one last time

Scarred and smiling, dying slow,
I'll scream to no one left at all
I told you so, I told you so,
I told you so . .

Oh God I love the world…

New Model Army


Πόσο το προτιμώ αυτό το θυμωμενοπένθιμο άσμα.

3 comments:

prawnkraka said...

pramata je thaammataa!!!
diavas'to tuto
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/apr/16/fruit-salad-air-travel-volcano

maria t.

the Idiot Mouflon said...

No salad, no Talat!

Anonymous said...

In no event