Friday, January 28, 2011

"... And the butchers who've got all this blood on their hands are the ones who need god to be stood where he stands. "

I don't normally post music videos, but this one seems timely.
I'll allow the artist to introduce it in his own words.

"I let my guard slip. I knew that I’d let it slip. I wanted it to slip. I was absolutely sick of being politically correct. I am not politically correct, I never have been.. and I never hope to be. I’d been navigating through an obstacle course for thirty years. My guard slipped.. and I needed it to. I was livid. I was absolutely overcome by feelings of despair. My worst fears were coming true. Religion was gaining ground. The one collective trait among humans that I’d long held at arms length, with the deepest possible suspicion, superstition; was outrunning anything that I could personally throw into its warped path."- Roy Harper

The Black Cloud Of Islam

Well I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screen
of the Hezbollah scum and Jihad the obscene,
whose men plant the bombs and then live feeling free
to watch women and children be killed on TV.
Which Satan delivers a child a death curse,
in the name of a worn out collection of verse?
I've not read the book so I cannot recite,
but I'd bet Salman Rushdie is just about right
underneath the black cloud of Islam.

And what kind of publicity needs so much blood
that's not for some sad diabolical god,
selling himself as a two-bit Macbeth,
as the expert in sentencing cousins to death?
And what kind of god can this be anyway,
that you got to prostrate to him five times a day
with hate in your heart and a gun in your hand;
is force the only thing you understand,
underneath the black cloud of Islam?

And the butchers who've got all this blood on their hands
are the ones who need god to be stood where he stands.
Blessing this kidnapping, murder and war,
with books written hundreds of ages before,
and women in veils walking paces behind
It doesn't sit easy in my kind of mind.
It speaks of oppression and no other choice:
that rigid compliance with the loudest voice
underneath the black cloud of Islam.

And you can put a lead bullet clean through this guitar
cause I'm not overjoyed with the story so far.
Sharing a world with the nutters of god
is as good as being six feet under the sod.
And words that are written are all here to stay,
and these are the latest there are anyway;
and I am the prophet so don't believe me,
I'm the same as the old ones except that I'm free
to give you a piece of my mind which is this:
you're the worst of Jehovah's blind witlessnesses,
with your feet in the door of the deepest abyss,
which is underneath, which is underneath, which is underneath
the black cloud of Islam.

visit Roy's blog.

1 comment:

The Independent Rage said...

Keep on keepin' on w/ the blog dude! Bloggin', much like Pimpin', ain't Easy! But this blog is doing a great job!