When the Sweatshop Boys Go Marching in

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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