Friday, February 23, 2007

Master Kenobi

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family,
Choose a fucking big television,
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.

But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life:
I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?

So why did I do it?
I could offer a million answers, all false.
The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Joyeux Non-Anniversaire!

Et nous souhaitons à tout le monde
Avec nos voeux sincères
Un joyeux non-anniversaire ...
Un joyeux non-anniversaire ...
Un joyeux non-anniversaire, mon cher !
Un joyeux non-anniversaire, à moi !
A qui ?
A moi !
A vous ?
Un joyeux non-anniversaire, à vous !
A moi ?
Mais oui !
A moi !
Buvons du thé,
Encore du thé,
En nous souhaitant,
mon cher
Un joyeux non-anniversaire
Mon ...cher !
Vous n'avez qu'un anniversaire, un par an !
Un anniversaire seulement par an
Oh mais il y a 364 non-anniversaires !
Aujourd'hui, nous fêtons un de ceux-là !
- Alors, c'est aussi mon non-anniversaire, aujourd'hui ?
- Bien sûr !
- Ah que le monde est petit, Dieu du ciel !
- Alors, dans ce cas ... Un joyeux non-anniversaire ...
A moi !
A vous !
Un joyeux non-anniversaire ...
A moi !
A vous !
Soufflez très fort sur la bougie,
Et le voeu s'accomplit !
Un joyeux non-anniversaire, mon cher !

Chanson du plein pays

On dit que l'or est rare
Ainsi que l'uranium
Mais ce qui est encore plus rare
Ces des billets pour le forum

Saturday, February 17, 2007


lighten a light
turning an hazard
ligthing never hitting same spot twice
hazardous stranger on the road
spot in our mind keep on running
empty road empty street
keep on the mind game running

brushing away the paint
retouching a masterpiece
why does she smile in her confine windows
after all those years
only her know who her eyes follow
throught soul and steel
she still wait silently
that a lonely bystander reveal her secret
she know and i know....

rythmic guitar
tambourine march
only one have her name repeat years after years
she the one who everyone whisper her name in the closet
musical muse or sexual muse
she take all the part in the traviata
no dictionnary needed to listen 2 her voice
listen in your souls she whisper the truth for you eyes
she the one announcing the spring renewal

speak in tongue,but the =
results always the same way
blind man already walk the path
"cette main que je tient toujours..."
feel the grip of truth in those unwritten words
préceptes francais,französische gebote
soon we will teach you all
how to order a coffee in a old german pub...

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

El Presidente

el fenómeno 1895 del cinematoscope como 1/8 el tuyo expresa desaparece en silencio
de los guerrillas al micrófono de la O.N.U
camarada de la muerte en hojas muertas sueños muertos del comunismo perfecto
como hildago estabas parados firmemente otra vez esos molinos de viento que soplaban la idea del capitalismo,el miedo no con el león que sale los protectores de La Habana ensamblará a ligas de los comandantes
molde en voluntad del bronce haces frente al océano a los protectores tu gente para las edades?
para ti estaba un caracter mítico verdadero fuera de su libro
...perdonar mi uso pobre de tu lengua

During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.