Credit: Slapp Happy
Date: 1995
Type: Studio
Length: 4:40
tell of the birth, tell how war appeared on earth
thunder and herbs, conjugated sacred verbs
musicians with gongs fertilised an egg with song
asleep in her sphere her foetus was a knot of fear
she butted with her horn, split an egg and war was born
a miracle of hate, she banged her spoon against the plate
...ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...
upon her spoon this motto wonderfully designed:
“violence completes the partial mind”
tell of the birth, tell how war appeared on earth
musicians with gongs fertilised an egg with song
she butted with her horn, split an egg and war was born
stacking the bones, on the empty aerodrome
tintle turtle green she haunts the slender submarine
she shakes her glory locks, over the deserted docks
come follow me out of dark obscurity
follow my torch, pilgrims at the double march
through meadows and sea, abattoirs and libraries
the pilgrims increase, boasting they are led by peace
they gut huts with gusto, pillage villages with verve
war does what she has to, people get what they deserve
