Mind Bomb

Pinko from 3 Bulls reminded me of Matt Johnson's old band, The The today.

So I dialed it up on the Podiddley, and have been listening all afternoon. Pretty good stuff. Excellent stuff actually. But there's a couple of songs from this album that are eerie in their predictive nature.

The Violence of Truth


What is evil? what is love?
What is the force that possesses us?
Where is the beauty? where is the truth?
Where is the force that watches over you?

What is it that makes us ashamed to be white?
(when we close our ears to the sound of machine gun)

And while the niggers of this world are starving
With their mouths wide open
What is it that turns the coins we throw at them
Into worthless little tokens?

Why is it that anything on this earth we do not understand
We are pushed onto our knees to worship or to damn?

Those are the rules of religion
Those are the laws of the land
That's how the forces of darkness have suppressed the spirit of man

That's why human beings still walk on all fours
Whilst in the presence of their so called superiors

Somethings telling you to wake up and salute
The dangers of obedience and the violence of truth

God is evil, God is love
God is the force that possesses us
God is beauty, God is truth
God is the force that is watching over you



Armageddon Days Are Here


They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky
Movin' in from the east toward the west
With balaclava helmets over their heads, yes!

But if you think that jesus christ is coming
Honey you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave

Islam is rising
The christians mobilising
The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds

It's war, she cried, it's war, she cried, this is war
Drop your possessions, all you simple folk
You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes
You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack
You'll watch the ships out of harbour
And the bodies come floating back

If the real jesus christ were to stand up today
He'd be gunned down by the c.i.a.
Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass
Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart
But God didn't build himself that throne
God doesn't live in israel or rome
God belong to the yankee dollar
God doesn't plant the bombs for hezbollah
God doesn't even go to church
And God won't send us down to allah to burn
No, God will remind us what we already know
That the human race is about to reap what it's sown

The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds
Armageddon days are here again



Good Morning Beautiful


Satellite, oh, satellite
Who sits upon our skies
How deep do you see when you spy into our lives?

I know that God lives in everybody's souls
And the only devil in your world
Lives in the human heart

So now ask yourself
What is human? and what is truth?
Ask yourself
Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you?
From the cellars of your homes
From the tops of your city roofs
Ask yourself
Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you?

Who is it?
That turns your blood into spirit and your spirit into blood

Who is it?
That can reach down from above and set yours souls ablaze with love
Or fill you with the insanity of violence and it's brother: lust

Who is it?
Whose words have been twisted beyond recognition
In order to build your planet earth's religions

Who is it?
Who could make your little armies of the left
And your little armies of the right
Light up your skies tonight

Now some of you may live and some of you may die
But remember
That nothing in the world can kill you inside
For he is thinking of you
In your great cities of great solitude

Oh children you've still got a lot to fuckin' learn
The only path to heaven is via hell

Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful
Good morning beautiful, good bye world



The Beat(en) Generation


When you cast your eyes upon the skylines
Of this once proud nation
Can you sense the fear and the hatred
Growing in the hearts of it's population

And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced
By the greedy hands of politics and half truths

The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Open your eyes, open your imagination

We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes
And hypnotised by the satellites
Into believing what is good and what is right

You may be worshipping the temples of mammon
Or lost in the prisons of religion
But can you still walk back to happiness
When you've nowhere left to run?

And if they send in the special police
To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace

Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues
When they tell us justice is being done
And that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun