Howard….

They don’t know how we rehearse our dreams…

I remember my friends always questioning my passion for Magazine and Howard Devoto. Not specially fancy music, not really superstars…
No, it is mostly a special chemistry between my entire personality, my feelings and what their songs transfuse to me, as music to my own lyrics..
It is kind of strange to measure contrast between Buzzcocks, his original band and what Magazine could produce as a mosaic of music and ‘not so explicit’ lyrics. It is not so accessible.
It is a matter of symbiosis…or I like to believe so.

 

Gold nugget!

The Gun Club means a lot to me. I share intimacy with their poetry with my dear Miss S.

Here 1984 line-up: Jeffrey, Kid Congo, Patricia Morrison, Peter Kablean.

My Dreams

I did you no Wrong

 

‘I thought I heard you saying
Thought you said you missed me
But you were only history -or?- But you only hissed me
When I was gone
I thought I heard you say
They’ve done you in good
And yes, I believe they would
May I console you
But I did you no wrong
That’s not like me, I did you no wrong
So don’t put it all on me
And you are not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world now
I heard you walk
Under the black skittle hall dad -or?- blacks got all dad -or?- blacks ghetto, dad -or?- I heard her blast it all bad
To hurt me, and yes it’s sad
Have this settle the score -or?- Has it settled the score?
I thought I heard you walk
Up the fire-escape last night
And yes, in the deep of the night
I wished you were back
But I did you no wrong
That’s not like me, I did you no wrong
So don’t put it all on me
And you are not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world now
But I did you no wrong
That’s not like me, I did you no wrong
So don’t blame it all on me
And you are not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world’
 
“The Light of the World” – Death Party (1983)
Songwriter: Jeffery Lee Pierce

 

Every Dog has it’s Day

“Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Now what does this mean
It means we get the best scenes
When politics talk, the ends of power meet
Nice to be wanted, safe and protected
The ends of power when politics talk
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Home sweet home, home, home
Now
Let’s talk politics
Every dog has it’s day
For me (for me)
I don’t believe (I don’t believe in anything)
Better days ahead (one more war)
Will never be (I do believe no more)
I don’t believe in (no long goodbye)
Anything (nuclear day)
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Spare no man, match bomb for bomb
War, all is fair in war
When the ground is soft with hot blood
Spare no man
Better days will never be (match bomb for bomb)
A scorched Earth (flatten the Earth, this home sweet home)
No charity (burn evreything, from lust to dust)
No weak pity (no charity, no weak pity)
From lust to dust (all is fair in war)
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home”