52. subjective

TRUE STORY

dedicated to the “simbolosolar” fellow.
thanks Johnny Cash for the inspiration :)

Well I was in bad shape when I was 28

Couldn’t do much but smoke j’s and weep

Besides being alone composing my music through the night.

Now this dude came along hating my ideologies

And I don’t blame him for his coward action

But the meanest thing he ever did

Was to wake me with a phone call and threaten me to death.

Well, if I told it then no one’d believe me

And surely no one’d take it seriously

It seems I had to fight my whole life through.

I was hurt and alone and scared and sad

Afraid to leave home and weeping in my bed

I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a threatened anarchist.

But I got over it through the years and grew up mean,

My heart got quiet and my wits got keen,

I’d hide from place to place to avoid his clique.

But I made a vow to the moon and stars

That I’d roam the honky-tonks and bars

And make crawl the guy who did that godawful thing.

Well, then Death in June played live in Lisbon

And I just entered the room to get my ticket

Guess who I saw dealing with the entrances!

In a greasy corridor tween a pair of dudes

There at a table, distributing tickets

Stood the sorry sad loser that threatened me to death.

Well I knew the little twit was the very same guy

From my good memory and from my sound, sane and clear mind

And I knew that dark olive skin and his trembling gestures.

He was shy and embarrassed and timid and scared

And I looked at him and my emotions were quiet

And I said politely: “Please look for my ticket, I want to get in.”

Well, my peace of spirit hit him like a rock

And he gave me the ticket but to my surprise

Spent half the concert standing right behind my back.

But I opened a major can of blithe spirit over him

And did enjoyed the concert totally undisturbed

Having fun and laughing and singing along.

I tell ya, I’ve defronted real tough guys

But I really can’t remember when,

He was embarrassed as a blushing bride and a face like “get me out of here”.

I saw him roam the room and I saw his sad eyes

I went to the window to smoke a fagster

And he came right next to me and hung over the balcony.

And I told him something like

“Dude, it’s a dog eat dog world

and I’m not exactly easy to kill,

and y’know, you actually did something great to me.

so I’m talking to you to make you understand

that your screams that morning couldn’t silence me

and it was those threats that helped to make me strong.”

I went on “now you just had a fucking night

and I know you hate me and you got that right

and you could throw me out window and I’d fight you if you did

but you oughta know, before we die

for the embarrassment in your face and the sadness in your eye

cause I’m the top bitch that has forgiven you.”

I puffed my fagster and kept my head raised

and I tapped his back and he went to his life

probably with a different point of view.

and I think about it, now and then

everytime I try and everytime I win,

and if I ever have an enemy, I’ll laugh in their face, or napalm over them,

but anything but threatening them! I still hate that shit!