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I’ve been told to be a seer, one must be ruthless So, I’ve eaten the yellow text of Paul and Brutus The soothsayers came and went, now I believe To be reborn, we first must cultivate a seed Oh, spit it out Release that precious piece Of pebbled ash from your mouth That’s a working-class jewel Spinning round your hopeless head It ain’t for chewing on It’s for looking through instead You prefer the common stone to the pearls Under the plexiglass with the factory girl Who told her sister all about you Hanging bedsheets on the clothesline in the sun She keep you warm, she keep you fed Now you’ve gone and lost your bed On the doorstep of the sick and indignant society And as Christmas comes Send word to all the ones Who watched night disown day Songtexte35 days after defection I am sat in the cheapest of rooms There’s an oil lamp defiantly snapping at the shadows I’ve had notions to start playing chess But the mice, they have stolen the pieces I have told them to start paying rent or they must leave I am writing my letters I am anchored in an arm chair I intend on shooting the postman When he passes at dawn I haven’t eaten for 13 days I’ve taken the form of a Bosnian beggar And I’m reason the preachers are screaming and shouting Tell their mother I’m home Tell their mother I’m home And as Christmas comes Send word to all the ones Who would love to be remembered By the ghosts of November On St. Stephens’s Day In some minuscule way Across the city, they’re sending postcards to Catalonia Across my city, they’re sending postcards to Catalonia Across the city, they’re sending postcards to Catalonia Across my city, they’re sending postcards to Catalonia Across the city, they’re sending postcards to Catalonia Across my city, they’re sending postcards to Catalonia Across the city, they’re sending postcards to Catalonia Across the city, they’re sending postcards to Catalonia I can’t get out now So here’s a postcard from Catalonia Aus Songtexte Mania