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"Я абсолютно холоден и ко всему равнодушен. Но в таком случае, спрашиваю я себя, откуда он — этот бурный источник творческой энергии? Не понимаю." (1976)

Дэвид Боуи

"Cygnet Committee"

I bless you madly, 
sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly, 
Just in time, at times, I guess
Because of you I need to rest
Because it's you 
that sets the test
 
So much has gone 
and little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear
The Thinker sits alone growing older
And so bitter
 
"I gave Them life
I gave Them all
They drained my very soul
...dry
I crushed my heart 
to ease Their pains
No thought for me remains there
Nothing can They spare
What of me?
Who praised Their efforts 
to be free?
Words of strength and care 
and sympathy
I opened doors
that would have blocked Their way
I braved Their cause to guide, 
for little pay
 
I ravaged at my finance just for Those
Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility 
Those who said a new world, new ways ever free
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me"
 
I bless you madly, 
sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly, just in time,
at times, I guess
Because of you I need to rest, oh yes
Because it's you 
that sets the test
 
So much has gone
and little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory, untold dream, where all is God and God is just a word
 
"We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had
Not of the best of men, but Ours
 
We used him
We let him use his powers
We let him fill Our needs
Now We are strong
 
And the road is coming to its end
Now the damned have no time to make amends
No purse of token fortune stands in Our way
The silent guns of love
will blast the sky
We broke the ruptured structure built of age
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage
 
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers
Sons of dirt
 
Infiltrated business cesspools
Hating through Our sleeves
Yea, and We slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor
on slogans such as
 
'Wish You Could Hear'
'Love Is All We Need'
'Kick Out The Jams'
'Kick Out Your Mother'
'Cut Up Your Friend'
'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In the End'
 
And We Know the Flag of Love is from Above
And We Can Force You to Be Free
And We Can Force You to Believe"
 
And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain
For I once read a book in which the lovers were slain
For they knew not the words of the Free States' refrain
It said:
"I believe in the Power of Good
I Believe in the State of Love
I Will Fight For the Right to be Right
I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the Right to be Right"
 
And I open my eyes to look around
And I see a child laid slain
on the ground
As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows
Ploughing down man, woman, listening to its command
But not hearing anymore 
Not hearing anymore
Just the shrieks from the old rich
 
And I Want to Believe
In the madness that calls 'Now'
And I want to Believe
That a light's shining through
Somehow
 
And I Want to Believe
And You Want to Believe
And We Want to Believe
And We Want to Live
Oh, We Want to Live
 
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
 
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
 
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
 
Live
Live
Live
 
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