My Holocaust Songs
![]() by William Heyen
I Some split SS backbones with axes, but who can praise them? Some filed like sheep into the corridors of the swastika, but who can blame them? Some found smoke's way to the cosmos, but who can see them? Some rose earth's way to grass and pond-pads, but who can know them? II Dead Jew goldpiece in German eye, dead Jew shovel in German shed, dead Jew book in German hand, dead Jew hat on German head, dead Jew violin in German ear, dead Jew linen on German skin, dead Jew blood in German vein, dead Jew breath in German lung, dead Jew love in German brain. III Break down again, songs, break down into pure melody, wind's way, history sung in leaves almost lost, atoms of singing darkness, the meanings, the wailing songs of the Holocaust, themselves dying, returning with spring, the bleeding notes, break down, break down again, my songs. PLACEBO![]() Your eyes are almost dead
can't get out of bed And you can't sleep You're sitting down to dress and you're a mess You look in the mirror You look in your eyes Then you realize Everybody goes leaving those who fall behind Everybody goes as far as they can They don't just care They stood on the stairs Laughing at your airs Your mother's dead She said "Don't be afraid" Your mother's dead You're on your own She's in her bed Everybody goes Leaving those Who fall behind Everybody goes As far as they can They don't just care You're a wasted face you're a sad-eyed lie You're a holocaust The Forgottten People
![]() A million people crying out in pain
Hidden people calling out in vain Miserable people with no where to go Invisible people nobody knows And the fields are red with the blood of brave men who would never deny the Name Their cities are burned and their daughters are raped and their sons carried off in chains And for the love of our God to be made known are willing to suffer the shame How Jesus must weep while we ask to be blessed while our brothers are being slain Blessed people try to help Too few people giving up theirself Beautiful people who bring good news Indifferent people sitting in the pews And the fields are red with the blood of brave men who would never deny the Name Their cities are burned and their daughters are raped and their sons carried off in chains And for the love of our God to be made known are willing to suffer the shame How Jesus must weep while we ask to be blessed while our brothers are being slain The Forgotten People, they are forgotten people It's time to wake up from the pleasant sleep Time to see our nakedness and begin to weep And the fields are red with the blood of brave men who would never deny the Name Their cities are burned and their daughters are raped and their sons carried off in chains And for the love of our God to be made known are willing to suffer the shame How Jesus must weep while we ask to be blessed while our brothers are being slain The Forgotten People, they are forgotten people Can you hear them calling out again? |
Death & Glory![]() I get so bored
Going nowhere...pissed off with life Don't need no girl to hold me... I only love my knife When it's night And I'm out on my own on the street There's murder on my mind I don't hate authority... They know I'm not all bad I know that nobody loves me... It don't make me sad I'm gonna stand up To the ones who bring me down... Murder on my mind I can feel it now It grows stronger every day And my hatred grows More and more in every way Sing a song of death and glory Sing a song of spite Sing a song of good and evil I'm gonna win my fight I just wanna flush the shit from the street... Murder on my min Three Ways To Die
![]() And I read in the book of James last night
What my life really is A vapour on the wind that vanishes in time without a trace And now that I am old and sick I think I understand it well I had a restless night last night As though it might be my last one It is cold out his morning My breath hangs in the air I try to hide my memories inside a safe place in my head Where even death itself might not break in to steal and to erase But everything is so confused A panic withers me inside And as I fall to meet the ice I know there's nothing can be done I just want the ones I love to know I tried People with purpose and a life to live I see their rushing feet No on will stop to help this old bugger Who's collapsed in the street I am the vanquished I have had my go at life And now it's done A heavy clouds obscures the sun As if in recognition And I fight for Islam in the streets of Lebanon The holy war requires I give myself up to fate Allah knows and loves his own Standing on the top floor of a broken tower block In a good position to see Christian militia Hezbollah is my family Many would not attempt to sneak into this district But I have the Koran sewn into my fine young heart Suddenly the night below Is lit up by the blasting of gunfire And Christian bullets rip around my head And now I'm on a fire escape Running upwards But somehow the soldiers see me They are just below On a flat roof now I don't know how But I am on my back And they stand right over me They are strange and silent Around me a soft rain falls This is not what I thought martyrdom would be like It may be their Mary would have me to see heaven And I don't know how long I've lain here on this bedsitter bed The agony I call my past now Was the prime of my life My only companions in this room Are the flies that dance around my head I am resolved to take my life My last dream on earth was so nice The angels walked on the ocean They came to me alone on the shore Only Jesus can know the heart of the outcast God knows all the rivers of life that flow into the deep dark sea Of our common death |