Radio Silence

Listen, please, to your machine,
Radio Silence.
Someone is calling you
May Day!

Listen, please, to your machine
before it's turned off
blood off and out of voice
Someone is calling
Beyond this gilded New Dark (C)age
I hear the screaming from a dream
Radio Silence

Here comes the flood
with man-made mushrooms
living upon our deadly dreams
The carnivorous frequency
is drifting along
the wide open world
The wide open wound
is leaking out silence

Who ‘s ever heard
the Bombay ‘s hiring
Who has realised
the bomb ace hiding
under polished smiling

Who ‘s ever smelled
the mellow blowing on the flags
whispering for the whites and blacks

Its carnivorous frequency
whitens on the white dead blood
leaking on off the sudden flood
and heroin smiles arresting

And hero in smiles arresting
Does he really breathe the reeking air
Does he really speak to his machine
before it's turned off?

I left a message for you, bud
Oh! Listen, please, to your machine
Is beating off and out of voice
Is bleeding out the only choice
From deepest veins of your brave heart
this middle age must fall apart

I left a message for you, bud
Is written with the last pure blood
The mellow ‘s whispering «May Day!»
and Radio ‘s in Silence


10-7-1996, 01:20 - 02:35, 9236