Tuesday 22 March 2011

This just about sums it up

I'm away for a few days, and will miss all sorts of exciting things: tomorrow's Budget, at which the Chancellor will impoverish the poor further and reward the rich while making it sound like he's doing exactly the opposite, the strike on Thursday and the massive demonstration on Saturday. I'll check in once a day maybe, but it's uncertain. Having got us into a war in double-quick time even by Tory standards (a war which looks like decisive action but actually is a fraudulent way of looking caring), I wouldn't be surprised to find that we've invaded Belgium by the time I get back.

So I'll leave you with this Leonard Cohen gem, which really does summarise what's going on.



Oh yes, this is why I blog. Because I'm secretly a self-pitying American teenager.


"Everybody Knows"

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded 
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed 
Everybody knows that the war is over 
Everybody knows the good guys lost 
Everybody knows the fight was fixed 
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich 
That's how it goes 
Everybody knows 
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking 
Everybody knows that the captain lied 
Everybody got this broken feeling 
Like their father or their dog just died 

Everybody talking to their pockets 
Everybody wants a box of chocolates 
And a long stem rose 
Everybody knows 

Everybody knows that you love me baby 
Everybody knows that you really do 
Everybody knows that you've been faithful 
Ah give or take a night or two 
Everybody knows you've been discreet 
But there were so many people you just had to meet 
Without your clothes 
And everybody knows 

Everybody knows, everybody knows 
That's how it goes 
Everybody knows 

Everybody knows, everybody knows 
That's how it goes 
Everybody knows 

And everybody knows that it's now or never 
Everybody knows that it's me or you 
And everybody knows that you live forever 
Ah when you've done a line or two 
Everybody knows the deal is rotten 
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton 
For your ribbons and bows 
And everybody knows 

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming 
Everybody knows that it's moving fast 
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman 
Are just a shining artifact of the past 
Everybody knows the scene is dead 
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed 
That will disclose 
What everybody knows 

And everybody knows that you're in trouble 
Everybody knows what you've been through 
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary 
To the beach of Malibu 
Everybody knows it's coming apart 
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart 
Before it blows 
And everybody knows 

Everybody knows, everybody knows 
That's how it goes 
Everybody knows 

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows 
That's how it goes 
Everybody knows 

Everybody knows 

1 comment:

Zoot Horn said...

I had the privilege of seeing Cohen live twice - the first time in Birmingham just after the pub bombings. We couldn't get a drink before the concert because we were wearing jeans, and the pubs weren't allowing anybody in wearing jeans because we might be members of the IRA. Shrewd eh?