Clann Zu From Bethlehem To Jenin
Like a swan who's lover has been shot in the chest and is
lying down broken and lifeless, speaking the last words
of a life decayed. Counting down numbers of a life
betrayed. And all of the people are gathered around to
listen to the beautiful sounds coming out of the bodies
swinging in the coolest breeze. Nodding in time to the
sweet serenade.
Send in your bulldozers to knock the buildings down. Drop
your smartest bombs from the highest clouds. From
Bethlehem to Jenin this sound is so obscene. From New
York to Dublin they're swinging in the wind. There is no
blessed saviour there is no blessed sin there is only the
sounds of bodies as they are swinging in the wind. The
smell of 3 day death down each deserted street as the
dogs pick their way between the bodies in defeat.
They're swingin
