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The double of myself
Having in a certain sense survived my own death
I am
For this very reason
No longer compatible with the human world
I am the one
Who cannot be seen
Nor touched
The first consequence of death is
The liberation of a vague and threatening being
Who
With the outward appearance of the dead person
Returns to the places where the person used to live,
Belonging properly neither to the world of the living
Nor to that of the dead
Now the question is:
What is the status of this living body
I
That seems no longer to belong to the world of the living?
Insofar as I incarnate in my own person
The elements that are usually distinguished from death
I am
So to speak
A living statue
The double of myself
And so I am and so I go and so I sit and so I lie
Here
In an intimate symbiosis with death
I am the one
You cannot look at
And cannot touch
When the Sweatshop Boys Go Marching in
And the angels are singing:
Come on, children, take them higher!
Come on, babies, light their fire!
Come on, children, start that revolution!
And the children are singing:
Come on angels, take us higher!
Come on angels, light our fire!
Come on angels, burn us to a new form!
And the children rise up striking
And the Chinese miners are rioting
And the sweatshop boys come marching
on the roads from Mumbai to Danzig
And the Hindus go cannibalizing
And the poor start colonizing
And the AIDS sick fuck our nations
And the African ships are unloading
on the shores from France to Poland
And the Muslim girls start dancing
on the squares from Tel Aviv to Helsinki
And the favelas go migrating
from Rio to Rome and Beijing
And the AIDS sick girls start trafficking
from Sudan to DC and Downing Street
And the Ukrainian whores start biting
off our dicks and cell phone licenses
And the Zapatistas go colonizing
from Texas to flat Wyoming
Roaring, screaming, shouting, sweeping, shooting, burning, breaking, heating
Squatting, stripping, beating, cutting, steaming, branding, smoking, robbing
Rebellion!
And the angels are singing:
Come on, children, take them higher!
Come on, babies, light their fire!
Come on, children, burn them to a new form!
And the children are singing:
Come on angels, take us higher!
Come on angels, light our fire!
Come on angels, burn us to a new form!
And the angels are singing:
Come on, children, take them higher!
Come on, babies, light their fire!
Come on, children, start that revolution!
And the children are singing:
Come on sisters, make them buy!
Come on, brothers, let them die!
Rise up, go! Let’s start that revolution!
All We’re Creating is Humanity
Manchester City goes to Thailand
MySpace and Dow Jones to the Australian man
The losers in Leicester and Kowloon all go: to hell with them
Wall Street Journal to the Murdoch Man
Sons of Allah go to Pakistan
The children in Delhi and Darfur all go: to hell with them
All we're creating
All that we're trading
All that we market
is humanity
All that you suffer
All that we offer
All that you'll die for
is humanity
Stars and White Stripes go to Live Earth
Gays of Cincinnati go to rebirth
The blind and the lepers in Darfur all go: to hell with them
Wankers and Wannabes on MySpace
Beggars and psychotics to the other place
The prostitutes in Delhi and Dubai all go: to hell with them
All we're creating
All that we're trading
All that we market
is humanity
All that we cry for
All that you buy for
All that you’ll die for
is humanity
Human arms
I need human arms
I need human arms
I need
Right now here right now
I need human arms
Right here right now right here
Ikke penge, ikke sex, no fame and for God’s sake no Messiah
I don’t need no guide and no light and no saint and no sign of revelation
I have been alone in this art and this work and this world for so long now
I need you you you
And if there ain’t no you
and there ain’t no new
then just the old man human old-fashioned human
Then just any old-fashioned human being here
’cause
I need human arms, I need
right now right here
Have a dog! they said
No, I can’t have a dog
He can’t hold me
Have a new phone! they said
No, I can’t use a phone
It can’t hold me
Have a trip abroad! they said
No, I can’t take a trip
It can’t hold me
Have a drug! they said
No, I can’t use a drug
It can’t hold me
Then for Gods sake, they said
Have a god! they said
Oh, no no
I can’t have a god, no
I can't have a god
He can’t hold me
I need human arms right here right now right there
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