Diamanda Galas - Let's Not Chat About Despair | Текст песни

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You who speak of crowd control, of karma, or the punishment of god
Do you fear the cages they are building in
Kentucky, Tennessee and Texas
While they’re giving ten to forty years to find a cure?
Do you pray each evening out of horror or of fear
To the savage God whose bloody hand
Commands you now to die alone?
Let’s not chat about despair...

Do you taste the presence of the living death
While the skeleton beneath your open window
Waits with arms outstretched?
Do you spend each night in waiting
For the devil’s little angels’ cries
To burn you in your sleep?
Do you wait for miracles in small hotels
With Seconal and Compazine
Or for a ticket to the house of death in Amsterdam?
Let’s not chat about despair...

Do you wait in prison for the dreadful day
The office of the butcher comes to carry you away?
Do you wait for saviors or the paradise to come
In laundry rooms, in toilets or in cadillacs?
Are you crucified beneath the life machines
With a shank inside your neck
And a head which blossoms like a basketball?
Let’s not chat about despair...

Do you tremble at the timid steps
Of crying, smiling faces who, in mourning,
Now have come to pay their last respects?
In Kentucky Harry buys a round of beer
To celebrate the death of Billy Smith, the queer,
Who’s mother still must hide her face in fear.
You who mix the words of torture, suicide, and death
With scotch and soda at the bar,
We’re all real decent people, aren’t we.
But there’s no time left for talk.
Let’s not chat about despair...