Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
Treason's ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy leftovers of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in the frost
Right now
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
England's glory lives on in worldwide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Throw myself against you 'cos you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches six million giving slaves
This needle of religion's gonna rust in my skin
Tear out and exit obedience of created sin
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you baby
Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Hello future
You are my lover
Treason's ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy leftovers of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in the frost
Right now
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
England's glory lives on in worldwide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Throw myself against you 'cos you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches six million giving slaves
This needle of religion's gonna rust in my skin
Tear out and exit obedience of created sin
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you baby
Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Hello future
You are my lover
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2015/11/25 - 16:26
La copertina di “Motown Junk” riporta l'immagine del quadrante di un orologio ritrovato tra le macerie di Hiroshima dopo il bombardamento atomico americano del 6 agosto 1945... Le lancette sono ferme all'ora dell'esplosione, le 8.15.
Bernart Bartleby - 2015/11/25 - 18:15
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B-side del singolo “Motown Junk”
Siamo qui proprio agli esordi della band gallese, ma già compare chiaramente l’iconoclastia, uno degli elementi fondanti della loro poetica. “We Her Majesty's Prisoners” è una God Save The Queen un po’ più contorta, ma comunque il significato è chiaro: “La gloria d’Inghilterra poggia sul genocidio operato in ogni angolo della Terra, tanto che il campo di sterminio di Buchenwald possiamo considerarlo un’eredità di Sua Maestà.”
Il titolo della canzone doveva essere “Ceremony Rape Machine” – come da refrain – ma la casa discografica Heavenly lo censurò.
HMP, “Her Majesty’s Prison”, è il prefisso applicato ad ogni nome di prigione inglese… Colloquialmente l’espressione viene significativamente trasformata in “Her Majesty’s Pleasure”…