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lyrics & tune - chas - the first bit was a response to my then girlfriend
deciding to leave me. having come to the conclusion that logically this
was fair enough but that didn't alter the fact that i felt shit about
it, i tried to apply the same comparison to politics and the song is really
a dig at all the people who lived their life by the crass manual and how,
while i agreed with the logic of it - i felt that there had to be more
to life than wondering whether the chippie used animal fat, that pinning
crass album covers to your wall and only wearing black doesn't make you
a better person, and sometimes lying in bed is more worthwhile than going
hunt-sabbing. i was trying to articulate the idea that there is reason
and there is truth and the latter should over-rule the former even if
it can't make its case - still a dilema. everything still means nothing,
i love the last verse. musically this was a result of a threesome involving
theatre of hate's the klan, the door's the end, and the limits of my musical
ability.
I've thought this all through, thought about you,
walked our pathways in your shoes;
on a black and white screen youre right i scream
- for my minds sake.
but, sitting in a colour cinema, i could take my heart and hold a wake;
so ill rise beside my dreams and do as my heart tells me to.
im going to tear out my soul, so you can see the beauty in complexity;
i might be right i might be wrong, but you wont find out from the words
to a song.
i show one side of just one fight amongst a bloody
battle waged
by starving swordsmen, where one thousand flags are raised.
animals and peace make their demands and leave my conscience dazed,
like vultures swooping for my heart, who want all the life of which theyre
part.
youre looking for a meaning, but everything means
nothing (or so i say);
the only hope is in a spirit that leaps over words and sweeps hearts away.
so stop scanning tracts of purity, pinned so tritely to your wall,
as if right and wrong could exist among words (as if they existed at all).
i offer no bibles for your brain,
nor any four chords underneath the right flag;
just a song to stir your soul,
wings, for when your feet drag,
for when your mind drags.