Philippe Clay ” le noyé assassiné ”

“The Murdered Man Who Drowned”

Alone at the bottom of the Seine
I am getting bored
Although I am trying to free myself
Ten years in the same position
Is a long time, I assure you
Since I am decomposing
I am scaring the fish, who swim away
Without remission

I’m a drowned man, murdered
By a guy who wanted my wallet.
I didn’t have a penny.
He, to his crime, had to throw me
Into the abyss.
And eversince, I’ve been wearing out
In this water mass

I’m a drowned man, murdered
I have a boulder round my neck
Stoping me from making my way back up
Talk about an adventure
Its been ten years!
With it I swear..For a cure, it’s a cure
Me, who hates water.
Still, if I’d been stuck inside a barrel
Where instead of water, there was Claret wine
But no, my flesh is getting soggy, and I am getting sorry
The Seine does not carry any alcohol

You who can hear me
Have pity on all the drowned and murdered
I lived with my family
I was a good guy
Chased the girls to get their skirts
Alas in my retreat, there’s no such treat
Just the fish who swim away
Without remission

I’m a drowned man, murdered
By a guy who wanted my wallet
Pushed by this brute, I fell down into the water of bubbles
Looking ridiculous
With my dead look

I’m a drowned man murdered
I have a boulder round my neck
Stopping me from making my way up
You who can hear me
Have pity on all the drowned and murdered
On all the drowned and murdered
have pity!

 

Nicole Blackman’s poem “Indictment” became the song “Dogma” by KMFDM. Made after we invaded Iraq. Drastisches industrielles, Industriel dramatique.

All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don’t have anything
Anything we want anyway
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It’s more effective that way
We don’t live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and
Sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for
Is for something worth waiting for
Let’s admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let’s stop saying “Don’t quote me
Because if no one quotes you
You probably haven’t said a thing worth saying

Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We all just want to die a little bit

We fear that pop culture
Is the only kind of culture we’re ever gonna have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching TV
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we’re addicted to the things we hate
We don’t run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you

Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
The only reason you’re still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We owe so much money we’re not broke, we’re broken
We’re so poor we can’t even pay attention

So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you’re terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Sky high and fucked
Let’s stop praying for someone
To save us and start saving ourselves
Let’s stop this and start over
Let’s go out
Let’s keep going

Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
This is your life
This is your fucking life
America
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
America
America

Quit whining you haven’t done
Anything wrong because frankly
You haven’t done much of anything
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
Someone’s writing down your mistakes
Someone’s documenting your downfall

The Ethics Of Ambiguity

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“…the individual is defined only by his relationship to the world and to other individuals; he exists only by transcending himself, and his freedom can be achieved only through the freedom of others. He justifies his existence by a movement which, like freedom, springs from his heart but which leads outside of himself.”

~ Simone de Beauvoir, 1948, The Ethics Of Ambiguity, p. 156

Tree of Fear

Stop running away from your fears.  Chase after them and to over come them.  Don’t let your fear kill you over and over again.  We are so terrified with death that kills us but once but we chose to live with fear that kills us continually.  Once you over come fears life’s path will be revealed to you.  The worst thing we can do is hide from our fear like cowardly cat that can’t get out of the tree it put itself into.  Climb down the tree of fear you climbed up in.  Chances are if you don’t climb down on your own will you’ll probably fall out unwilling.Image

To pretend

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To pretend, or per chance to actually give a shit. You can only pretend so much then one day you will undecidably get figured out. Sometimes, I believe I was born with an ability to only be able to care to an extent. “Oh yes, I hear the horrible news. It sure is awful isn’t it? Great!  I’m glad we spoke of it. Now that it’s been discussed would you please mind if we never speak of it again, so I can get back to my coffee and cigarettes?” Maybe I’m just honest with myself. Maybe these people who pretend to care so much just have to put all their energy into something because otherwise they may actually have to look within themselves.  I will choose to pretend because I am incapable of giving a shit.

Waiting…

We sit and waiting for the world to give us success.  For people to give us happiness.  For the drive-thru boy at MC Donald’s to give us a free apple pie.  Well, sit and wait my lonely pathetic friends.  We are like the rabbit who sits in his cage and sleeps in his feces.  Nothing will change unless we escape the prison walls we have created from ourselves.  Be free and you will no longer have to wait.

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