I like your sensitivity, he said with some alacrity
The poison in his eyes was quick to war
The images you smile for me have never really worked you see
I simply presuppose what they are for
To which the thunderheads combine, precipitate the storm
The molecules of resonance, accentuate the form
Adobe hills of violence, protect the dazzled creek
The silent ones of New Orleans, stand back to back to speak
And there is no turning back, for the children of Iraq
And we told you, and we told you, yes we told you the two million knew,
What are you gonna do?
I like your new complicity, your anodyne sincerity
You heard the words but could not see the eyes
The screaming notes you sent to me, could only mean one thing to me
The truth is just a marinade of lies
Your principles don’t pay the rent, or put food on the table
The cult that politicians clash, is just another fable
The trading place of prejudice, Disintegrating dreams
Assertive subtle arguments, are never what they seem
And there is no turning back, for the children of Iraq
I like your ambiguity, your brutal vulnerability
The Shadow’s optic residence was clear
We have to have a legacy, and ego driven fantasy
To feed the feral flaming pit of fear
Creative streams of madness, are the proof that we are sane
The murderers of immigrants, assassinate the plane
A diatribe of partnership means compromise has won
While photographic evidence lies fading in the sun
And there is no turning back, for the children of Iraq
credits
from breakfast in gaza,
released November 7, 2010
Produced and Arranged by Hughes and Cripps
