domingo, 13 de febrero de 2011


I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in, Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again, But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose. I swear I’ll never give in, I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best,
the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel Your trust, you must Confess


Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love, You'd die to heal
The hope that starts, The broken hearts
Your trust, you must, Confess

I’ve got another confession my friend, I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again Somewhere new

Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in, I refuse

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I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.