Hawkwind - Wage War Lyrics
I would see the city as a mutant among the wonders of the world. Itschimmneys polluting the air. Its roots poisoning the earth. Itstentacles setting one man against another and strangling them both intheir hopeless contest. I would map the cities' highways and tunnels andbridges, its subways and canals, its neighbourhoods adorned by beautifulhomes filled with priceless objects, rare libraries, and fine rooms. Itsclever networks of pipes and cables and wires under the streets. ItsPolice departments and communications stations. Its hospitals, churches,and temples. Its administrative buildings crowded with overworkedcomputers, telephones, and servile clerks.Then I would wage war against this city as if it were a living body. Iwould welcome the night-sister of my skin, cousin of my shadow, and haveher shelter me and help me in my battle. I would lift the steel lidsfrom the ????? and ????? explosives to the ????? ????and then I would run away and hide, waiting for the thunder which wouldtrap, in mute telephone lines, millions of unheard words. Which woulddarken rooms full of white light and fearful people.I would wait for the midnight storm which whips the streets and blursall shapes and I would hold my knife against the back of a doorman,yawning in his gold braided uniform, and force him to lead me upstairswhere I would plunge my knifs into his body. I would visit the rich, andthe comfortable, and the un-aware, and their last screams wouldsuffocate in their ornate carpets, or tapestries and ???? ?????. Theirdead bodies pinned down by broken statues would be gazed upon by slashedfamily portraits. Then I would run to the highways and speedways thatsurge forward towards the city. I would have with me bags full of bentnails to empty on the asphalt. I would wait for the dawn to see cars,trucks, buses approaching at great speed and hear the bursting of theirtyres, the screech of their wheels, the thunder of their steel bodiessuddenly ???? ???? as they crash into each other, like wine glassespushed off a table. And in the morning I would go to sleep, smiling inthe face of the day, the brother of my enemy.______________________________________________________________________
