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Adrian Mitchell RIP

William Greaves | 29.12.2008 15:55

The Shadow Poet Laureate, the revolutionary poet of peace, has died

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmMCObgu_jc

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Your Strength
Your Skill
Your Gentleness
Your Imagination
Your Work
Your Beauty

The revolution needs
You


There is a green hill right on top of us by Volcano Jones

I brought up all my hate
And arranged it on a plate
And served it up for dinner
To the fucking State

Goodbye

He breathed in air, he breathed out light
Charlie Parker was my delight

He breathed in air, he breathed out fire
Adrian Mitchell I do admire

 http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/dec/21/adrian-mitchell-obituary

William Greaves

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to whom it may concern

29.12.2008 17:48

To Whom It May Concern

I was run over by the truth one day.
Ever since the accident I've walked this way
So stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Vietnam.

Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain,
Couldn't find myself so I went back to sleep again
So fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Vietnam.

Every time I shut my eyes all I see is flames
Made a marble phone book and I carved all the names
So coat my eyes with butter
Fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Vietnam.

I smell something burning, hope it's just my brains.
They're only dropping peppermints and daisy-chains
So stuff my nose with garlic
Coat my eyes with butter
Fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Vietnam.

Where were you at the time of the crime?
Down by the Cenotaph* drinking slime
So chain my tongue with whisky
Stuff my nose with garlic
Coat my eyes with butter
Fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Vietnam.

You put your bombers in, you put your conscience out,
You take the human being and you twist it all about
So scrub my skin with women,
Chain my tongue with whisky
Stuff my nose with garlic
Coat my eyes with butter
Fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Vietnam.

peoples republic of southwark