martes, 26 de diciembre de 2006

ARTAUD. Antonin Artaud según Bauhaus.





The young man held a gun to the head of God


Stick this holy cow


Put the audience in action


Let the slaughtered take a bow


The old man's words, white hot knives


Slicing through warm butter


The butter is the heart


The rancid peeling soul


Scratch pictures on asylum walls


Broken nails and matchsticks hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX


One man's poison another man's meat


One man's agony another man's treat


Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose


Eyes black with pain,


Limbs in cramps contorted


The theatre and its double


The void and the aborted


THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES (repeat).

Segundo corte del disco Burning from the Inside (1983).

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