Friday, January 28, 2011

Written on the Middle East

I'm posting this soon-to-be-released song by PJ Harvey in observance of events sweeping the Middle East and Egypt in particular. The line "war is here in our beloved city" is enough a link to the theme of this blog, which is wholly concerned with urban life. From the album, Let England Shake, set for release on February 15th, have a listen to "Written on the Forehead." It's allusions to the Middle East and tremors of revolution in the hands of a pent-up populace are unmistakeable.



People throwing dinars at the belly-dancers
In a sad circus by a trench of burning oil
People throw belongings; a lifetime's earnings
Amongst the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk

Date palms and orange and tangerine trees
With eyes that're crying for everything
(Let it burn! Let it burn, burn, burn...)

So I talked to an old man by the generator
He was standing on the gravel by the fetid river
He turned to me and answered, "Baby, see."
Said, "War is here in our beloved city."

So I jumped in at the riverhead and tried to swim away
Through tons of sewage; they had written on their foreheads
Take palms and orange and tangerine trees
With eyes that're crying for everything

Let it burn, let it burn!
Let it burn, let it burn!
Let it burn, let it burn!
Let it burn, let it burn!

No comments: