Guinness

Billy Woods, Moor Mother

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On the TV I see fire in their eyes, fire in the streets From the fire escape I watch it eat, I watch its teeth Dream fire could burn it clean But its greasy sheen burn blue and green Built a house with bricks, scrape the mortar in between You don't need a door if you get everything you need Need more, first thought when I get the cream Cold light pouring from the screens Mute, it's the eyes where you hear the screams Bag full of loot bulging at the seams Everything a little shabbier than it seems, than it seems Shabbier than it seems, than it seems Took it all and came home empty, they won't go gently The whole world in my mobile, it took centuries The glow unending, the show upended Like cop cars spooked by the door, I'm a sentry Smash, grab and run, smash, grab and run Smash, grab and run, smash, grab and run Grab and run, grab and run, sma- Smash, grab and run, grab and run, grab and run Smash, grab and run, smash, grab and run Smash, grab and run, smash, grab and run Smash, grab and run, grab and run, grab and run Grab and run, grab and run, grab and run, grab and run I know this may sound like rather, um, um, impractical criticism But, um, when you met me at the airport at some point, um That, um, you have joined the Ministry of Information Yeah, but I mean, what's happening to us? We are all becoming bureaucrats We are not becoming bureaucrats because there's never been, you know Wait a minute, we— we— our generation has got a lot of problems There's never been a tradition of us writing whereby People just sit and be able to live and write In any case, you know that from anyway, anyway No, no, my point is merely that, um The point is now we are trying to earn Our living and write at the same time Yes, but, you see, um, um, points of principles Cannot be given up just because one has got to eat I'm not— I don't see which principle I've given at all