Protestsong du jour: The Drones – Jezebel

2015 was natuurlijk een klotejaar en het lijkt er niet op dat 2016 veel beter gaat worden, met een Midden-Oosten dat wegzinkt in chaos en bloedvergieten en een Europa dat het dunne laagje beschaving af pelt en haar ware fascistoïde aard aan de wereld toont. Kunnen we wel “Get Up, Stand Up!” gaan zingen, maar we weten allemaal dat het niet gaat gebeuren. Het lijkt passender het jaar af te sluiten met deze opsomming van alles wat mensen elkaar in de loop van de geschiedenis hebben aangedaan.

Strontium-90
Removed from milk
Is as curious an entity
As bullshit writ on silk

Cancer’s airborne now
Do you hear the sound?
I was hanging out the washing, man
As the rain came falling down

Now the grass lies snakes
Has crowds of iodine and fire
On Jezebel’s luminescence
I swear you are my heart’s desire

Bombproof the embassy
Give infanticide a cemetery
You looked so good on the late night news
With your curtain and your deed

Yeah, I love you like a violin
I’ll hunt you like an amputee
But I ain’t gonna lose my skin
I would love to see you again,
Again…

I… I would love to see you again
I… I would love to see you again

You wrote me a letter
And this is how it went:
It said, “We’re just backing up the supply lines
The first division’s crossin’ the Nile
Through the rushes and up the side
And into the machine gun fire”
Yeah, you tell me that this is not a dream
I’ve become a steel spring
Uranium tips, night vision cruise missiles
Gonna cut the belly out of the sky

I rode an Abrams
And we stopped in Bethlehem
They made the answers here
But there weren’t so many questions then
And there I shot a woman
In a headscarf with my gun
She said, “Does my bomb look big in this?
Am I the only one?”

I was in the blitz, you know
When my heart was young and true
I had a Caesarean, but it was not any use

Oh, calamity! Oh, the vanity!
You can’t ride a thunderbolt
You can’t claim an enemy

There ain’t nothing here
Except a darkness, Lord
I ain’t gonna fail no test
I gave my dowry to a finger on a switch
Turn me to a fine pink mist

But I ain’t nothing but your stranger still
If I’m even anyone at all
But I ain’t gonna lose my skin
I would love to see you again,
Again…

I… I would love to see you again
I… I would love to see you again

But that ain’t gonna happen now
It’s no use to pretend
No

How many people gonna lie?
How many people gonna die?
What’s best for the West and the greed?
Kill ‘em all? Let ‘em breed?
Another bomb for every atom you injure
Meet the Devil with extended ring finger
Saying “thou shalt not kill”
But I’m damned if I don’t
So I’m thinking I will

Yeah, Dan Pearl
They cut your head off on TV
But I am not a camera
A man is not an effigy
But still all this horror
Has made a trench out of my soul
I’m gonna have to fall in love with a blind girl
So she will not see the shame that I know

Oh, new scar
You have raised the bar
Goliath rides an oil drum raft
Through a cyclone in my ear drums

You don’t want a tyrant, we’re sure
You’d prefer civil war
And I am gonna lose my skin
And I ain’t gonna see you again
Again…

I… I would love to see you again
I… I would love to see you again