| But it doesn’t
get played on those stations, because it has looked death in the eye
and came back with a working knowledge of how to make chaos from order,
and how to make them look like the same thing. Some of you think I
am gilding the lily a little here, but, Madames et Monsieurs,
the proof of the pudding is in the bitter eating: “Mother doesn’t know where love has gone She says it must be youth that keeps us feeling strong I see it in her face that’s turned to ice And when she smiles she shows the lines of sacrifice Now I know what they’re saying as our sun begins to fade: We made our love on wasteland, and through the barricades” What? “Father made my history He fought for what he thought would set us somehow free” Beg pardon? “He taught me what to say in school I learned enough by heart, but now that’s torn in two Now I know what they’re saying in the music of the parade: We made our love on wasteland, and through the barricades” Sir? “Born on different sides of life We fear the same and feed off all this strife So come to me when I’m asleep We’ll cross the lines and dance upon the streets Now I know what they’re saying as the drums begin to fade: We made our love on wasteland, and through the barricades Oh! Turn around and I’ll be there! There's a scar right through my heart but I’ll bear it again I thought we were the human race, but we were just another borderline case and the stars reached out and tell us that there’s always one escape” Sir? Guys? Anybody? “I don’t know where love has gone But in this troubled land, desperation keeps us strong But Friday’s child is full of soul With nothing left to lose, there’s everything to go Now I know what they’re saying - it’s a terrible beauty we’ve made So we make our love on wasteland, and through the barricades Now I know what they’re saying as our hearts go to their graves We made our love on wasteland, and through the barricades” |