EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Friday, August 7, 2020
NICK CAVE “God Is In The House”
We’ve laid the cables and the wires We’ve split the wood and stoked the fires We’ve lit our town so there is no Place for crime to hide Our little church is painted white And in the safety of the night We all go quiet as a mouse For the word is out God is in the house No cause for worry now God is in the house
Moral sneaks in the White House Computer geeks in the school house Drug freaks in the crack house We don’t have that stuff here We have a tiny little Force But we need them of course For the kittens in the trees And at night we are on our knees As quiet as a mouse For God is in the house And no one’s left in doubt God is in the house
Homos roaming the streets in packs Queer bashers with tyre-jacks Lesbian counter-attacks That stuff is for the big cities Our town is very pretty We have a pretty little square We have a woman for a mayor Our policy is firm but fair Now that God is in the house Any day now He’ll come out God is in the house
Well-meaning little therapists Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Tetotalitarianists The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed We got no time for that stuff here Zero crime and no fear We’ve bred all our kittens white So you can see them in the night And at night we’re on our knees As quiet as a mouse Since the word got out From the North down to the South For no-one’s left in doubt There’s no fear about If we all hold hands and very quietly shout Hallelujah Oh I wish He would come out God is in the house