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Twelfth Night Collectors Item We Are Sane 10:20 In upstairs rooms The meals are eaten The cars in the garage ready to go go Disco baby shed no tear Hot light overhead Shaking meat meet Ho ho weekend ha ha party Moo moo sacred cow The white House somedays On the lawn Well kept pedigree Snap over bones Surplus requirements Appetite angel going down Meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays in-trays Meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays She stares out of her window Her Will is still in bed She has no memory of herself For care has drained her head The poster on the billboard Says she should paint her lips Like the smiles on the TV people [FILE 1:] "If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited to the point of strict conformity to an outside source of thought the said individual need no longer be considered as such. The enforcement of order becomes possible for anybody with enough power of control what is projected" See? It's all quite simple ... This woman's place is in a home Society has judged She does not fit official standards And they cannot be budged There's something on her eyes that says The struggle's gone too deep And there's no comfort in the thought of Watching acolytes of doubt try hard to fight Their problems out Excess profit has the clout to spread the message: "We are sane Not insane ..." She reads about a will to power In papers full of lies She hears that every time she breathes Some foreign kiddy dies She's convinced it's her fault She's tortured by the strain As words of judgement pour out of the Mouths of those who make their mark by keeping People in the dark Those who bite worse than they bark Are loudly shouting "We are sane Not insane" And the chorus says "It's all quite normal" la-la-la And the chorus says "It's all quite normal" la-la-la The choruses Are happy as the know no different way except What they've been told today Accepting their limited 'truth' and blankly humming "We are sane And we are not to blame We must protect the claim" Praise those who hold power They shall save the last hour Using sacred science They can stamp out defiance Wheeeee! [FILE 2:] "Technician we want you to build a component For each of our workers to be with them always At all time watch closely so we can keep track of Their actions their interests their morals their time out Some musak to maim them some fear to contain them Policy will judge them brute forces degrade them. Practical behaviour the cleanser the saviour A private vocation has no sense of nation The maintenance of power can be fulfilling Just as long as all the slaves are willing So this is an order We must curb thought disorder With a miniature transmitter We can pavlov the litter and train it to do as we Tell it state surgeon the seed plant thought soon get A new slant so tiny a dogma idea turn to quagmire Thrum-humming transistor a brain wave insistor Closed circuit hypnosis an inbuilt psychosis Not one self expression deliberate surpression A cycle to squeeze out anyone who we doubt Will must be pliable to be reliable" Tuned into the media system Picture getting hard to see How did you end up as a prisoner When you were supposed to be free? (Oh wouldn't you like to know?) Lebensraum for megalomania Endless song with one refrain All eyes fixed upon the conductor Baton taps inside the brain ... BASS AND KEYBOARDS : CLIVE MITTEN DRUMS AND TYPEWRITER : BRIAN DEVOIL GUITAR : ANDY REVELL VOCALS AND TAPE EFFECTS : GEOFF MANN WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE AND GEOFF ORIGINALLY RELEASED ON : 'FACT AND FICTION' TN.006 Dec 1982 |
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