Een oproep van Poison Girls aan alle mensen van goede wil om hun angst van zich af te schudden en hun stem te laten horen. Actueler dan ooit, nu de schaduwen in Europa weer langer worden.
Poison Girls was een van de meest originele punkbands ooit, wat met name te danken was aan Vi Subversa, destijds ruim 40 jaar oud en de trotse moeder van 2 zonen die zelf ook faam zouden verwerven in de punkscene. Persons Unknown was de flipside van Bloody Revolutions, Crass’ roemruchte/beruchte aanval op de SWP. Het was een benefietsingle, bedoeld om geld bijeen te brengen voor het Wapping Autonomy Centre. Dat lukte, maar met de punkbands kwamen ook de punks: “….in the first week they had ripped up every single piece of furniture carefully bought, planned and fitted, down to the lavatory fittings that had been installed by Ronan from scratch, and defaced our own and everyone else’s wall for blocks around. In the excitement of the first gigs where they could do as they liked, they did as they liked and wrecked the place. Loss of club, loss of money, loss of effort. End of story.”
Persons Unknown
This is a message to persons unknown
Persons in hiding. Persons unknown
Survival in silence
Isn’t good enough no more
Keeping your mouth shut head in the sand
Terrorists and saboteurs
Each and every one of us
Hiding in shadows persons unknown
Hey there Mr. Average
You don’t exist you never did
Hiding in shadows persons unknown
Habits of hiding
Soon will be the death of us
Dying in secret from poisons unknown
This is a message to persons unknown
Strangers and passers-by
Persons unknown
Turning a blind eye
Hope to go unrecognized
Keeping your secrets persons unknown
Housewives and prostitutes
Plumbers in boiler suits
Truants in coffee bars
Who think you’re alone
Big men on building sites
Sick men in dressing gowns
Agents in motor cars
Who never go home
Women in factories
One parent families
Women in purdah
Persons unknown
Wild girls and criminals
Rotting in prison cells
Patients in corridors
Persons unknown
Statistics on balance sheets
Numbered and rubberstamped
Blind and invisible
You’re lost in your homes
Liggers and layabouts
Lovers on roundabouts
Wake up in the morning
Persons unknown
Accountants in nylon shirts
Feminists in floral skirts
Nurses for when it hurts
Persons unknown
Astronauts and celibates
Deejays and hypocrites
Liars and lunatics
Persons unknown
Hopefuls on football pools
Teachers in empty schools
Kids into heroin not yet full grown
Typists and usherettes
Black men who can’t forget
The lonely who long for
Persons unknown
Closet idealists
Baldheaded realists
Rastas and bikers
The voice on the phone
Pimps and economists
Royalty and communists
Rioters and pacifists
Persons unknown
Visionaries with coloured hair
Leather boys who just don’t care
Garter girls with time to spare
Persons unknown
Judges with prejudice
Dissidents and anarchists
Policemen deal dirty tricks
To persons unknown
Strikers and pickets
Collectors of tickets
Radical architects
The queen on her throne
Soldiers in uniform
Sailors and stevedores
Beggars and bankers
Perjurers and men of law
Persons unknown
Football crowd hooligans
Bunking off school again
Workers down tools again
United’s at home
Smokers with heart disease
Cleaners of lavatories
The old with their memories
Persons unknown
Flesh and blood are who we are
Flesh and blood are what we are
Flesh and blood are who we are
Our cover is blown…
