by jc » Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:54 am
re the repeat of history, this thread and some of the stuff at the end of the MG DUI thread.<br><br>back when the berlin wall fell a few of us here in europe weren't exactly pleased. i mean the wall gone and all was fine but we had a sort of bad feeling, escpecially when all the media and public figures started clapping their own backs and selling their "success": the "succes" of capitalism and the eternal truth of it and so on. huntington and fukuyama stuff, end of history (my that sounds so fascist utopia) and all that.<br><br>anyway, berlin was special: bowie, neubauten, die geniale dilettanten, die haut, nick cave, and most of all, to me anyway, crime & the city solution. this band of aussies and germans led by my fave living aussie song writer (my fave aussie song writer died not long ago, unfortunately) simon bonney, don't know anyone else writes lyrics like these. weird mixture of the blues, kurt weil and brecht.<br><br>he wrote these lyrics. i think they're pretty prescient, at least they kind of sum up what a few of us felt at the time. just a matter of knowing your history as marcus aurelius and goethe would say, nothing para about that:<br><br><!--EZCODE QUOTE START--><blockquote><strong><em>Quote:</em></strong><hr><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>The Sly Persuaders</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br>The sly persuaders appeared in town<br>Said there was hidden danger all around<br>So take care, and beware<br>Foreign saviors, violin players, sooth-sayers, tax evaders, <br>The door-to-door pest, the permanent guest,<br>Those inexplicable pains in your chest<br><br>Well the sly persuaders proposed a deal<br>The public saviors heard their spiel<br>Sometimes you have to be bad to be good<br>We hope that this is understood<br>We'll introduce you to need<br>You can meet avarice, gluttony, and greed<br>Why you can rub the tummies<br>Of these lovely honeys<br>We'll wash your hands<br>We'll wash your money<br>The equipment's paid and bought<br>Just audit and keep that in nought<br>Nobody's gonna get caught<br>We are the hammer to the iron fist<br>That you with us we must insist<br>Please don't make us slap your wrist<br><br>The publics saviors brought the border down<br>Over the border they released the hounds<br>Round up the culprits, bring them back to town<br>At the station they were bound<br>And on investigation they were found … to be<br>Foreign saviors, violin players, tax evaders, sooth-sayers, <br>The door-to-door pest, the permanent guest,<br>Each one admitted to the same crime as the rest<br>Sale of poison and theft from the community chest<br><br><br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>The Last Dictator I<br></strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>The last dictator to the station crept<br>In tattered clothes he lay down and wept<br>Shook his fists at all the world, and hissed<br>Is this it? Is this it?<br>My farewell delegation, these few trees<br>This station that is no station<br>That is left, that is mine<br>I could have saved you all, <br>You gave me so little time<br><br>Well the angels who'd hung around <br>And dreamed their dreams for eternity<br>They schemed their schemes, awoke and said, <br>Dick! We understand you to the letter. <br>You can have it like it was before, only better.<br><br>Yes, I'd like that. I'll try again.<br>We'll make them bow under my name.<br>Oh, yeah! by comparison the last time will seem rather tame.<br><br>We'll set you up in the desert, in a discotheque called "parody"<br>That's French for "paradise"<br>Like an immovable spot. Rest now, you've had enough trot.<br><br>The last dictator awoke from where he'd been<br>In a mood that was mean he related the dream<br><br>I'm in a very bad mood, I've had a very bad dream<br>What do you think this things mean?<br>I dreamed of an ice machine<br>In the dream I dragged the machine <br>To the remote ends of the world<br>From one hot spot to the next<br>The spots being populated entirely by brown skinned babies<br>Who while seemingly very young were in fact extremely old<br>These beautiful and innocent children with their knowing eyes <br>And their wild erotic dances DID NOT WANT MY ICE MACHINE!<br><br>Yes, yes, said the angels, and were you displeased?<br>I was, they'd best beware. They'd best take care.<br><br>Well the angels who'd hung around<br>And dreamed their dreams for eternity<br>They schemed their schemes, clapped and said,<br>Dick! You are the one. You are!<br>Yes, I am.<br>Yes, you are.<br>Yes, I am.<br>Yes, you are.<hr></blockquote><!--EZCODE QUOTE END--><br><br>he's back i oz now as far as i know, doing film at the uni in melbourne i think. really really cool and smart guy. miss his music.<br><br>anyway the lyrics are off their 1990 album "Paradise Discotheque." you can listen to it <!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://www.mute.com/releases/viewRelease.jsp?id=25160">here</a><!--EZCODE LINK END-->. <p></p><i>Edited by: <A HREF=http://p216.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=jc@rigorousintuition>jc</A> at: 8/7/06 7:57 am<br></i>