En ja, de catastrofe is juist dat alles gewoon doorgaat, de zin van Walter Benjamin is waarschijnlijk toepasselijker in de Nieuwe Jaren Dertig dan in de oude. En zo zullen we ook doorgaan met de muziek op de avond. Maar helemaal doen alsof er niet iets ingrijpends gebeurt morgen kunnen we ook niet.
Requiem aeternam, requiem aeternam
Mama, mama, forget your pies
Have faith they won’t get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full
At half mast, for the matadors
Who turned their backs to please the crowd
And all fell before the bull
Red was the colour of his blood flowing thin
Pallid white was the colour of his lifeless skin
Blue was the colour of the morning sky
He saw looking up from the ground where he died
It was the last thing ever seen by him
Kyrie Eleison
Mama, mama, forget your pies
Have faith they won’t get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full
At half mast, for the matadors
Who turned their backs to please the crowd
And all fell before the bull
Black and white were the figures that recorded him
Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in
Black and white was the question that so bothered him
He never asked, he was taught not to ask
But was on his lips as they buried him
Rex tremendae maiestatis
Requiem aeternam, Requiem aeternam
The Association, 1967 (playback)
