Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Don't knock the eighties



Sigh - bring back the Stasi and the wall, at least we were certain who our enemies were...

Berlin was so much more fun to visit then... Die gute alte Zeit

3 comments:

  1. Bring me back the Berlin Wall
    Gimme Stalin or St. Paul
    Gimme Christ or gimme Hiroshima

    Aye

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  2. If you remember the eighties you weren't there or you were on weak drugs.

    probaly been ripped of by your dealer lot of that going on in the eighties......I blame Thatcherism

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  3. Give me back my broken night
    My secret room, my secret life
    It's lonely here
    There's no one left to torture
    Give me absolute control
    Over every living soul
    And lie beside me, baby
    That's an order!

    Give me crack and anal sex
    Take the only tree that's left
    And stuff it up the hole
    In your culture
    Give back the Berlin Wall
    Give me Stalin and St. Paul
    I've seen the future, brother
    It is murder

    Things are going to slide in all directions
    Won't be nothing
    Nothing you can measure anymore
    The blizzard of the world
    Has crossed the threshold
    And it has overturned
    The order of the soul
    When they said repent
    I wonder what they meant
    When they said repent
    I wonder what they meant
    When they said repent
    I wonder what they meant

    You don't know me from the wind
    You never will, you never did
    I'm the little Jew
    Who wrote the Bible
    I've seen nations rise and fall
    I've heard their stories, heard them all
    But love's the only engine of survival
    Your servant here, he has been told
    To say it clear, to say it cold
    It's over, it ain't going
    Any further
    And now the wheels of heaven stop
    You feel the devil's riding crop
    Get ready for the future
    It is murder

    There'll be the breaking of the ancient
    Western code
    Your private life will suddenly explode
    There'll be phantoms
    There'll be fires in the road
    And the white man dancing
    You'll see the woman
    Hanging upside down
    Her features covered by her fallen gown
    And all the lousy little poets
    Coming round
    Trying to sound like Charlie Manson

    Give me back the Berlin Wall
    Give me Stalin and St. Paul
    Give me Christ
    Or give me Hiroshima
    Destroy another fetus now
    We don't like children anyhow
    I've seen the future, baby
    It is murder

    Good old LC - a modern day seer, thanks scunnert...

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