“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”
1983…Saint-Etienne France…Great job, friends like family…Miss S. I was all about Theater and Rock and Roll. In smoke of a small cafe, warm friends and Noir Desir and Bertrand Cantat. This song.. “Toujours etre Ailleurs” , always with me for more than 30 years now. ..Bertrand…I could’nt join the pack of barking dogs .
I found this VHS secam video and I tried to make something out of it… Emotion is there…
“ He was young. he was so damn young. he was so god damned. Drunk with the Blood of Baby dolls. Mad laughter. power. running neck and neck with his vision was his demon. Sooner Stick his dick up the baby dolls ass. Shove pins in the heads of innocents. Bad seed with a golden spleen. Ha Ha. he has the last laugh. Blonde Hairs raveling in your vital breath. White hydrogen. Rimbaud. Savior of the forgotten scientists: the alchemists. alchemy. of The. The Word. The power of The Word. Love Rays. bullets on the alter. obscene ceremonies. leave no proof clues. gold. behind. Rimbaud blessé Rimbaud wounded Rimbaud: angel with sleeves of blue hair. [NO] light without shadow. Rimbaud was a rolling stone are all prophets persecuted? He was so damn young.
Howard Devoto remains essential to me. His poetry like honey in acid music of Magazine keep aside my way almost everyday. Some who know me have always been surprized by this, this priviledge of Artists to find a way to your heart and mind,
I knew Charlotte a child, blessed daughter of father and mother disurptive artists.Sheis a great actress,fragile as crystal glass on edge of the counter. Her Expression is the one of my Generation making me feel this kind of intimacy with my own contradictions.