Song of the Day: ‘La Fanette’ by Jacques Brel
Rock castle hidden deep in the woods.
Dark room, dungeon, hear the clanging plates?
Screaming, moaning, wrenching, oh so daunting!
Metal chains, drag on the wet floor, blood soaks.
Shadow of a man barely visible, barely alive.
Transparency is not for cracks in walls.
At last! A liberator! Thank the heavens!
Promise of freedom. Oh, a champion he is!
Love, humanity, let me cut the chain, free!
Shame, how withered and broken the man looks
The worlds awaits, a new life is ahead.
Civilied world! Hero – the liberator’s become.
Poor man, this is the free world he’s told.
Blinding lights, flashing signs, sight lost.
Loud trains, beeping cars, blood in his ears.
Rushing people confused, are they lost?
Projecting giant screens, talks of peace.
Another liberator, camouflaged, heavily armed.
Woman brutalised, well-dressed men are cruel.
Rifle playing children running blinded by faith.
Roaring metal, raging beasts, from a far heard.
Civilised world he was told and a hell it seems.
Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem! Carpe…
Seeks the hand, desperately grasping, clinging.
Ah, hero is come! Oh dear Liberator! You’ve come.
The woods beckon, the rock castle calls, he returns.
Dark room, metal plates, peace, freedom, a dungeon.
C’est la vie, c’est la vie, c’est la vie! La vie c’est ça!