Mephisto's Cafe

And I knew you when you were you
Before they twisted all your views
Before you came unglued

-Streetlight Manifesto
Down, Down, Down To Mephisto's Cafe

Green Fields Of France

- Eric Bogle


Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.

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"The only interesting answers are those which destroy the questions."
~Susan Sontag.

lyrics

Si tu pouvais mourir
Je t'aimerais cent fois pire
Si tu pouvais t'éteindre à jamais
J'aurais faim , j'aurais soif
J'aurais froid et chaud
Comme un p'tit vent blanc
Libre, triste et content
Et content...


"La Joyeuse"
Keith Kouna

Keith Kouna on Myspace

Ya des fois où vraiment, j'hais ma job. Et dire que pour le public général, c'est supposé être une job de rêve. HA! La joke.

Je devrais écrire un essai sur l'hypocrisie dans ma compagnie et mon domaine un jour. ça serait surement très libérateur.

En tout cas, c'est pas la joie ces temps-ci. J'ai jamais autant pensé à quitter ma job. S'rait peut-être le temps pour un retour à l'école?

Non, je pense pas faire ça toute ma vie.

How Do You Feel?

Everything comes back to you, it never fades away.
The poison keeps running through your veins.
A ripple goes around the world and comes back as a wave.
You´ll be judged by every word you say.

Most people have to struggle to keep their sanity,
no one needs your negativity.

Why do you always criticize and tell those selfish lies?
Do you feel better for it - what's the deal?

How do you feel?

[How Do You Feel? - Die Toten Hosen]

When we fight each other it puts all of them at ease
it keeps us so busy, so they can do what they please
election time comes and they're out for votes
that's when you see and hear from them the most
this is what they're calling a democracy
that's just another word for hypocrisy
we keep fallin' for the bait
when we realize, it's always too late

"Just Look Around" Lyrics