Urbanism - After Goya

Carry them like an enormous burden

These notes and lines

Walk everywhere with them

In all weathers

And see them sneer at you

Bugger you in sleep

And like Goya's dog

Look out from their troubled buoy

Upon a sea of yellow and ochre

Awaiting their awful pummeling and thrash

So and so

When they outdistance you

They are already standing in the road

Idle playthings

They come as saviors and fuck you up

Breath caught to the throat

In isolation

In solace

Here's the burden

Now go

I, I must be good

I must be nice

I, I must be good

I have to

Oh, don't you do that

They say

Oh, don't you do that

I'm so respected by them

I'm so respected by them

Don't want to play with them

Don't want to play with them

I'm so respected by them

I'm so respected by them

Don't want to play with them

I, I must be rude

My heart is right

I, I must be cruel

I have to

Oh, oh, you can't do that

They say

Yeah, just like that

They killed that one, thus I did

They killed that one, thus I did

They killed that one, thus I did

They killed that one

Shot the fool down

But he's just kept

Broken down

What a sacrifice

Welcome to the pandemonium

Pandemonium

Pandemonium

Pandemonium

What a trauma to see trees, trunks

Burning down

What a trauma to see trees falling down