Everyday in the paper you can
watch the numbers rise,
no such event can over take
us here, we're much too wise
in the meantime don't eat
anything that grows and don't breathe when the cars go by
ain't it a shame
ain't it a shame
about the radium rain
Big motorcycle rumbles out
of the rain like some creation of mist.
there's a man on a roof with
a blindfold on and a hand grenade in his fist.
i walk stiff, with teeth clenched
tight, filled with nostalgia for a clean wind's kiss.
ain't it a shame
ain't it a shame
about the radium rain.
A flock of birds writes something
on the sky in a language i can't understand.
God's graffiti -- but it don't
say why so much evil seems to land on man
when everyone i meet just
wants to live and love, and get along as best they can.
ain't it a shame
ain't it a shame
about the radium rain.
(Cologne, May 8, 1986.)
Marco Giunco |
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