Achiever

Masters of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9-th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off cuclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancing
every Saturday nite.

and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a filling station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little Anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?

hey Charley I almost went crazy
after Mario got busted
so I went back to Omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in Minneapolis
this time I think I'm gonna stay.

hey Charley I think I'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
every day depending on how
I feel.

hey Charley
for chrissakes
do you want to know
the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day.

THE DOG

Us two in the room; my dog and me.... Outside a fearful storm is howling.

The dog sits in front of me, and looks me straight in the face.

And I, too, look into his face.

He wants, it seems, to tell me something. He is dumb, he is without words,
he does not understand himself--but I understand him.

I understand that at this instant there is living in him and in me the same
feeling, that there is no difference between us. We are the same; in each
of us there burns and shines the same trembling spark.

Death sweeps down, with a wave of its chill broad wing....

And the end!

Who then can discern what was the spark that glowed in each of us?

No! We are not beast and man that glance at one another....

They are the eyes of equals, those eyes riveted on one another.

And in each of these, in the beast and in the man, the same life huddles up
in fear close to the other.

"I would rather be ashes than dust!

I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

The function of man is to live, not to exist.

I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.

I shall use my time."

«Sabem como odeio, detesto, não tolero mentiras; não por ser melhor que os outros mas simplesmente porque me assustam. Têm um ar fúnebre, sabem a morte - exactamente aquilo que mais odeio e detesto no mundo - o que mais quero esquecer. Deixam-me infeliz e doente como se tivesse trincado qualquer coisa podre. Ao que julgo, questão de feitio. Pois bem, quando deixei aquele jovem louco acreditar em tudo o que lhe apeteceu sobre as minhas influências na Europa, estive muito perto de mentir. De repente transformei-me numa aldrabice tão grande como o resto dos embruxados peregrinos. E tudo isto, não sei se percebem, só por pensar que ajudava de algum modo um Kurtz que eu nem sequer tinha visto. Para mim não passava de um nome. Eu via tanto como vocês o homem que se chamava assim. Vêem-no? Estão a ver-lhe a história? Vêem alguma coisa? Até parece que estou a tentar convencer-vos de um sonho - tentativa inútil porque o relato de um sonho não transmite a sensação-sonho, aquele emaranhado de absurdos e surpresas, o desespero na angústia de sermos aprisionados, a sensação de sermos presas do inacreditável que é verdadeira essência dos sonhos...
Fez um instante de silêncio.
- ... não, é impossível; é impossível transmitir a sensação-vida de uma época que vivemos - aquilo que constrói as suas verdades, o seu significado - a sua penetrante e subtil essência.
É impossível. Vivemos como sonhamos - sós...»