Vidéo : John Grant – The Only Baby

Orwell aurait certainement adoré ce titre de John Grant qui nous donne Un peu d’air frais alors que l’on nous fait trop bouffer de La Vache enragée.
And when the veil is lifted You’re gonna wish that you were dead. Et sans résurrection.

« Bonjour à tous, mes très chers, J’ai été tellement perturbé de voir comment les choses progressent aux États-Unis et dans le monde, je voulais partager cette chanson que j’ai écrite et enregistrée l’été dernier. Cela semble être un bon moment. Je ressens tellement de rage, de haine envers les manipulateurs, les brutes, les narcissiques, les sociopathes et psychopathes, la droite chrétienne fasciste et bien sûr T **** et tous ceux qui lui permettent et continuent de le faire exister au nom de Jésus et / ou d’Hitler. Je sais que je dois trouver un moyen de rester calme et de continuer à résister à l’assaut des mensonges sans être dissous de l’intérieur par ma propre rage et la haine que je ressens envers ces gens qui crient à pleins poumons que nous ne faisons pas entendre ce que nous entendons ou voir ce que nous voyons.
Oui, j’ai entendu parler du yoga, je vais y réfléchir. »

John Grant – The Only Baby

So you ventured out into the new world
To spread your seed in every land you could find
To take by force whatever you could get your hands on
You said « We’re gonna take whatever place on the map my finger lands on »
We’ll show them savages who’s calling all the shots
We’ll give them education which they could have got without us
We’ll strip the land and force her to put out
And if we don’t get what we want we’ll put it in her mouth

This is really hard I think we’re gonna need somе slaves
We’ll drag some pеople back to here
And we’ll make them dig their very own graves
We’ll give them clothes and teach them to behave
And they will like it or else
Beacause « God » obviously want it that way
This shoud destroy their spirits and crush their sense of self
And when we see the effect this has
We’ll blame it on the people themselves
And if they complain we’ll pour an oceans worth of sugar and drugs on top
And then we’ll get some bald guy wearing a suit to go on TV and berate them when they cannot stop
And we’ll shun the ones who do not get the christian diseases
Like cancer, MS, heart failure, Lou Gehrig’s Codependency and diabetes
We know which ones come from our father in the sky
And we know which ones were designed by the « other guy »
That thing in the White House is beholden to a deity
It’s the same one we are and it’s name is the economy
Imaginary numbers dance like Vegas showgirls in his head
And when the veil is lifted
You’re gonna wish that you were dead

And now we’ve gotten all the things we could ever want
Like cars, milk frothers, crime and book from self-help authors
And coal and diamonds, buildings oil and lots of steel
And every moment was worth it
I’m sorry that’s just how I feel

Well that’s the only baby that bitch could have
That’s the only baby that bitch could have
Don’t look so glum there’s no reason to feel sad
Cause baby, that’s the only baby that bitch could’ve ever have
Well, that’s the only baby that bitch could have
Well, that’s the only baby that bitch could have
Well, that’s the only baby that bitch could have
Well, that’s the only baby that bitch could have
Well, that’s the only baby that bitch could have
That’s the only baby that bitch could have