PLEASE HELP!
My name is Paolo Fiora, I was born in Italy and I have been an anarchist and a socialist since my early teens. In 1988 I relocated to the United Kingdom and during the 21 years I have spent in this country I have been working and paying taxes. I live in North London and for many years I have been used, like a number of other individuals, in the UK, in the US and in a number of other countries, as a guinea pig for the covert, non-consensual testing of all kind of technologies and techniques targeted at finding new ways of better controlling and manipulating people.The way the people who perpetrate this political crime manage to get almost universal cooperation with their activities, is through an ongoing campaign of character assassination, lies, misinformation, disinformation against the innocent victims, never mind the fact that most of their allegations are totally contradictory and fly in the face of even the most basic common sense, BUT, WHO'S GOING TO TAKE THE TIME TO QUESTION AND ANALYZE THEIR ALLEGATIONS?
We have been led into two totally illegal and ruinous wars, HOW MANY PEOPLE BOTHERED TO QUESTION THEIR LIES?
Rendition is still going on! IS ANYONE ASKING ANY QUESTION?
To help to expose this crime should be a priority for all political and human rights activists, but unfortunately the great majority of them doesn't really want to know what goes on and seems only too willing to believe all the lies and the misinformation, they don't know how to deal with this relatively new and unreported political crime, they find easier to consider us, the increasing number of people who complain about the abuse and the violence they are being subjected to in ways which are always consistent and similar, they find easier to dismiss us as mentally ill, all suffering from some sort of new, still to be defined, psychiatric syndrome!
The aim is human experimentation, to try out constantly new and evolving techniques and technologies, to find out more about the working of the human mind with the exclusive purpose of controlling and manipulating people, communities, entire nations.
With 90% of the world entire wealth owned by some 1000 families and with the US using and consuming 40% of the entire world's resources, it is understandable how the military-industrial complex of the US and its closest allies is obsessed with developing constantly new weapon systems, new methods of psychological warfare, new ways of controlling, manipulating and spying on everything which takes place on the planet!
Ordinary people are told that we are psychopaths/mentally ill, the most they are told is that we are being used to gather important scientific information and that the end justifies the means.
What it is really happening, is increasing authoritarian and fascist states, obsessed with paranoia and controlling everything which takes place, looking for constantly new ways of manipulate and control their citizens, the kind of “scientific” research that one day will end up in the dustbin of history!
If you google expressions like 'organized stalking and electronic harassment', you will get tens of thousands of hits, websites, activism sites, blog posts, all written and published by the victims of this political crime, everyone saying exactly the same identical things, everyone complaining about being targeted in exactly the same identical way, they would like you to believe that we are all suffering from some kind of new psychiatric syndrome!
At the moment, after years of having been used as a guinea pigs in experiments which became over the years increasing brutal, ruthless and horrific, a full-blown campaign of psychological terrorism is under way to “dispose” of me and drive me out of the country, showing total contempt for the fact that I left Italy 21 years ago, I have never been back since and I have nowhere else to go to in the entire world.
I would like to point out that I have never committed any crime, nor hurt anyone in my entire life, I don't have a criminal record, not in Italy, nor in this country, nor have I ever been sectioned under the Mental Health Act. But the saddest thing of all to me is that many fellow human right and political activists in my native Italy first and then in this country, when I went to them for support and help over the years, they have always, somewhat incomprehensibly, chosen to look the other way and hide and abet this crime.
We live in a global culture dominated by corruption, collusion and conniving, they got away with starting two completely illegal and ruinous wars, they got away with Rendition and with all kind of human rights abuses, they got away with passing reams and reams of fascist, illiberal, legislation, and they are totally confident they can get away with using any number of innocent citizens as guinea pigs, you are the ones who can prove them wrong and help to held these fascists, masquerading as "scientists", accountable for their crimes!
I have been subjected to this horror for decades, now a campaign is under way to drive me out of the country destitute and homeless, if I don't, at long last, get some help and support, I feel that the current situation puts my life in serious danger!
Contact: paolo_bf@hotmail.com
Basic information on this crime: http://www.catchcanada.net/
Activism site: http://www.freedomfchs.com/
Other sites: http://www.multistalkervictims.org
http://altnews.viviti.com LAACE, London Alliance against Covert Human Experimentation involving the non-consensual testing of Direct Energy Weapons and other technologies on completely innocent people and Character Assassination and Vigilante Harassment to control and isolate the victims!
PLEASE HELP!
PAOLO'S COLLECTED RAMBLINGS (1988-2009)
DRINKING AND TALKING IN MONTREAL
I remember what you said: Carl
the way you two used to spend the night
drinking and talking, in Montreal,
You never gave me a chance
to be another Carl,
a real friend
in your life
1994
PEOPLE WITH ATTITUDE
I see the attitude people have toward me
I see what they think,
always different from what they say
difficult to decide
to laugh?
to cry?
1994
OLD TESTAMENT PIGS
You must know your pigs
wrote prophet Ezechia, old testament,
on the path which leads to yourself
you will encounter
thousand of them
You must get to know each and every one,
see through
each and every one and burn them
on the plain of your love
Some sanitised conclusion!
Do it quickly:
Burn them
before they,
the 'normal' people will bloody burn you!
What about jumping in with your pigs, instead,
All fucking merrily in the mud men, women, pigs!
PLASTIC!
Plastic!
You are... all! Bloody Plastic!
Jo Cairo's tramp shouting at commuters,
Victoria Station,
first time I heard that poem
the guy may have a point there, I thought,
I wish I could find the courage, sometime,
to shout to people: Plastic! You are... all! Bloody Plastic!
PSYCHIATRY
Psychiatry is always other people's concern
the ones inside
the ones sleeping rough on the Strand
psychiatry just a way of policing the minds
everyone an informer
psychiatrists the judges,
with their summary justice
you can't appeal against!
(Does this ring a bell
Mr. Straw, Sir?)
Psychiatry gave us a one-way ticket,
away from reality,
humanity,
dreams!
1994
UNNATURAL CAUSES!
In the 'industrialised’ world, David,
David Cooper said,
every death is murder
disguised as suicide
disguised as death by natural causes!
Wake up!
the dream
the nightmare
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
1994
VISIONARY POSITION
Try the visionary position!
I tried...
for so long...
my life still and only
garbage!
1994
WHAT CAN YOU SAY
What can you say
to the ones who know all the answers already?
What can you say
to the ones who can see straight through you,
they think?
1994
DON'T MISS OUT!
Don't miss out!
Don't miss out on greed!
Don't miss out on systematically destroying the planet!
Don't miss out on wrecking your own life!
Don't you miss out!
there is nothing worst...
Don't you miss out!
1994
I WANT TO BE THERE!
I want to be there!
desperate
uneasy with myself, other people,
always too hot cold high low,
horny at the wrong time,
barely managing
to keep myself together,
I want to be there!
alive!
1992
ONE LINE
beautiful the things you read,
one line...
has been haunting me since,
the tender line of your legs
1992
DEEPER AND DEEPER INTO THE GROUND
Don't give society to your victims any break!
Tramp them deeper and deeper into the ground!
Don't give society to your victims a chance
to show their humanity
that they too can be loving, caring, fun to be with,
like everybody else,
more!
than the brainwashed dangerous zombies
who call themselves normal people!
HOW CLEAN YOUR MINDS ARE?
How clean your minds are?
I wash mine regularly
at the local laundrette,
'cause I don't have
a washing machine,
It's really nice and clean!
How clean are the minds of 'normal' people?
Give them a chance, you will see!
30,000 women raped!
in Bosnia alone!
by... 'normal' people!
the local shopkeeper and the local doctor,
your next door neighbour,
family men, all!
'normal' people,
like you and...
No!
not exactly like me!
I am not normal you see!
1993
SO MANY DIFFERENT POSSIBILITIES!
Life is full of endless different possibilities!
you can jump from a bridge,
a window alternatively,
cut your wrists,
OD on some chemical crap!
Life is just
no rhyme or reason,
a naked glorious gratuitous pile of shite!
1993
YOU WANT TO FIND YOURSELF!
you want to find yourself!
you can't feel yourself!
spirituality?
just the same time-old con!
do something silly!
be a situationist!
a shootist!
cry, shout!
you will never find yourself! 1993
WHY NOT TO USE?
Why not to use the word suicide as a transitive verb?
to suicide... be suicided?
Did Andreas Baader in Stammheim, Van Gogh, Petra Kelly,
children in care,
people serving time,
the girl who, the other night threw herself down
from a towerblock,
just in front of my window,
did they kill themselves or have,
like so many others, been suicided
by society...
by us! 1994
LET ME OUT!
Let me out from this nightmare!
There must be a door somewhere!
someone prepared to french-kiss this frog into a prince!
1994
HANGMAN
(my dear friend)
You don't like me or my company!
Such a pain in the ass
I am to you!
can the executioner ever like his victim?
his job?
what chance did you ever give me?
what do you know or care
who I really am!
1994
BURNING!
(dedicated to Antonin Artaud)
We are... all! burning!
everyone at his private stake!
strange signals, confused cries for help
through the flames
we send to each other,
afraid to understand!
1994
BOX A700
(classified romance)
Hi, I am Paolo!
From Planet Mars!
been in London for the last three hours,
spaceship landed in Highbury Corner,
rush hour, bit tricky!
I will mutate, come midnight, into a frog!
I can hardly wait to hear from you,
beautiful princess!
come on!
hurry up!
BITTERNESS HAIKU
Of life
I get only the crumbs
of what is mine!
1992
SOMEONE CRYING
there is someone, inside me, crying!
I may laugh...
sometimes life does even seem bearable,
he's not fooled!
on a dark corner,
he's crying and crying!
1992
ME?
Me?
just a pawn in a crazy game!
itsn't my game,
but I go through,
through every move!
here! opening gambit!
white pawn!
careful now! it's check to the King!
moving around, exploring
the chessboard's
desolate landscape!
1992
SONG OF OPPRESSION
(dedicated to David Cooper)
I don't know anything,
I didn't learn anything,
and I...
I will never forget...
1992
LOT OF NICE PEOPLE!
Lot of nice people around,
waiting for their chance!
go up to them:
hey, lets get people back into work!
lets build...
concentration camps!
the Jews again, the mentally ill, gypsies,
minorities
you will see!
how many jumping
on the bandwagon!
you will be surprised!
nice family men, pillars of society,
there is a lot of nice people around,
waiting for their chance!
1993
AFTER THE SECOND DRINK
After the second drink,
slightly out of focus,
friendship possible,
deceptively,
again!
friendship-like...
forgetfulness...
forgiven...
I will never be!
1993
HUNGER
lust
a pretence!
bigger
deeper
hunger
broken to reconcile
smell
touch
listen
voice
heartbeat
bigger deeper hunger!
lust
a pretence!
1993
HOW I MISSED COMANDANTE DANIEL ORTEGA (IN SAN JOSÉ)
I didn't go to the art gallery,
but I did get the full story,
afterward,
back at the hostel,
and the gossip!
bright Nicaraguan artists,
empty champagne bottles,
wary bodyguards and...
yes!
the Comandante himself!
writing cautiously autographs
with his own,
EXPLOSIVE-FREE, pen!
1993
FRENCHWOMAN UNDERGROUND
frenchwoman,
le metro,
frenchwoman,
asking for change,
we looked at each other
I flushed
lets go for a drink
I wanted to say,
you already gone!
1993
WHEN WILL WE STOP?
When will we stop
fucking up each other?
people with nothing to lose
but their despair
busy fucking up each other!
lets fuck the sickening system
for a change!
lets fuck the system out of its bloody mind!
and be loving and tender
to each other!
1994
SOMETIME
Sometime I feel like crying
in anger, despair,
against all the blindness!
Sometime I feel
I have to speak out
for my brothers,
imprisoned,
voiceless,
abused,
in irons,
chemical chains,
who don't no longer know
or care
who they are
a sick old tramp,
dying of cold
on whom
late night drunks piss
down the Strand,
my real brothers,
you won't see them
walking down the street,
they won't survive
pain horror
tramped over
tramped over
down!
sometime I just feel like
crying out to people:
help me! help me!
1994
YOU MAY FIND
You may find
some of the following pictures distressing!
Indeed!
I find the whole of western society
bleeding,
extremely,
fucking distressing!
1994
DON'T PANIC! ITSN'T A PICNIC!
don't panic! itsn't a picnic!
american poet reading at the Edge,
ages ago,
don't panic! itsn't a picnic!
ranting on,
voice slightly
oh so slightly shaking,
don't panic! itsn't a picnic!
strange mantra at intervals shouting:
don't panic! itsn't a picnic!
1994
TOOK MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS AWAY
They took my brothers and sisters away from me,
they know how to lie,
my brothers and sisters wear bright colours
my brothers and sisters with painted faces,
when I see my brothers and sisters,
when 1 hear my brothers and sisters singing, chanting, fighting the police
I feel like crying
I feel like dying
because there I belong
They took my brothers and sisters away from me
they know how to lie
And when I see my brothers and sisters travelling in carts and wagons of different colours
last human tribe
in a world of plastic and shit
I feel like crying
1 feel like dying
because there I belong
they took my brothers and sisters away from me
they know how to lie
1995
MR. JESUS CHRIST
Mr. Jesus Christ
why didn't you stick around?
wouldn't we have loved
to ship you to Broadmoor
to OD naked
on a dirty floor
Mr. Holy Cross
give yourself a break
after her feet wash,
kiss her lovely red slit!
Saw you the other day
down on the Strand
a young 2000
talking to a bottle of cheap red wine,
in the afternoon again
at the drop-in centre
taking your medication.
You spoke to me,
at first
I didn't understand
you said something:
looking for people...
disciples..
starting a new cult!
Your brain, so often lobotomised,
will make a fine hamburger indeed.
'Have a bite at this smelly hamburger, this is my brain'
We were in a McDonalds by then,
and this glass of coke,
that someone left on a dirty table,
oh! this,
this is my blood!
have a sip,
food-poison yourself.
In the McDonalds
under the surgical light,
desperate by now to shake off this Jesus geezer,
we tossed a coin to decide
who was going to play Judas Iscariot (1995)
PUBLIC ENEMY NO. 17
( Dedicated to all the left-wing, radical, well-intentioned people I met through my life)
We share likes, dislikes, ideas,
you pride yourselves
on your freedom of thought,
and you bought!
all their obscene lies!
their stale psychiatric shit!
They told you I'm different!
Public Enemy No. 17!
You the real article!
politically correct!
I'm just a loony
don't waste any time on me!
So busy saving the world
who gives a shit about a life?
They told you 1'm different!
Public Enemy No. 25!
And the causes you embrace
aren't you hanging on to them for dear life?
to find some relief
from all the shite
of our lives.
They told you I'm different!
Public Enemy No. 33.
Public Enemy No. 33
you better not to leave him
out of your site
he may start to see
through all your lies
You may find in the street
people with knives
people who won't think twice
but none of them is as dangerous
as Public Enemy No. 33.
Left-wing, radicals, liberals, the lot,
are you any different
from the rest of the lynchmob?
Is there anything in your minds
other than the 'normal' prescribed hatred and fear?
They told you 1'm different! Public enemy No. 17!
(1995)
MEXICO CITY UNDER THE RAIN
Mexico City under the rain,
strange feeling,
Mexico City like Paris in the 30's
Henry Miller's Paris
Oh! to get around with friends
a special someone
forgetting myself in the noisy streets
loneliness
afternoon, window overlooking a market
the rain
So many different noises voices,
the music,
sad, nostalgic, full of longing
you think about your life
getting nowhere
dark outside, stormy sky
and the night porter's large Indian face
looming in the doorway
'Is it possible to get company?'
loneliness
Well, he said,
maybe tomorrow, two-three in the morning...
when the girls finish work
I didn't give him any money straight away
I didn't want to hurt his feeling
I was clumsy
next day he called off the whole thing
certainly not looking
for a free ride
for a few dollars
you could get
pesos, pesos, pesos
hundreds, thousands, millions,
I did hurt his feelings after all,
Couple of days later
on a clear morning
I packed my few things, my loneliness
and took the early bus for Guatemala City.
1990
GIRL ON THE BRIDGE
Beautiful girl
Hungerford Bridge
looking for change
nice little dog
Then in the bar looking for Mike
back to the Bridge in a hurry
'Hey, can I ask you for a drink?'
'They won't let the dog into the Hall'
'We can go somewhere else'
'I'm not feeling like a drink,
I have to stay to get some money for me and for the dog'
I was looking at her blue eyes,
hoarse voice
and, I was feeling...
politically incorrect,
very!
Back in the Hall I did at last find Mike...
and Martha!
beautiful Martha from Edinburgh.
I forget everything about blue-eyes
and got obscenely drunk
next day I found myself on the bridge again
same spot I saw a bearded guy with a dog
Was he damsel-in-distress' boyfriend?
was the dog the same one?
I couldn't tell...
it looked slightly bigger...
(his canine companion)
1990
SOMETIME I THINK
Sometime I think I would rather die
than live the way I do
then I start getting into technicalities...
no nice ways to die!
You may jump from a window
you end up paralysed
you may OD
on some chemical crap
sweetly going to sleep...
itsn't like that!
your brain
oxygen-starved
rotting away
no nice ways to die!
I would rather
oh! I would rather
I would rather
fucking stay alive!
Maybe I'm a coward
maybe I still love life
but I rather
oh! I rather
I rather fucking stay alive!
1990
JUST A CALL
7 o'clock,
picking up the receiver slowly,
cold dirty phone box,
knowing already,
wanting to delay, postpone...
you answered at once,
my voice casual,
useless pretending.
'Sorry Paolo, I am not going to talk to you.'
Your voice strangely kind,
before the final click
1991
PEOPLE LAUGH AT ME
People laugh at me and say:
'Oh Paolo...
Paolo would do everything to be liked!'
Like me! Like me!
At times I feel like I died,
like I was buried so many years ago,
I want to tell people:
'Hey look! I'm still alive! still able to feel emotions!
tenderness for someone!
the deepest desperation at times!
most of the time I even manage to like some nice people I know...
Well, here it comes again...
In the end it is always the same old message,
the same old story:
'Like me! Like me! Like me!'
1991
ONE MORE POEM ON THE GULF WAR, ALMOST...
Been up all night, talking making love
At 7, you said or I said:
'Hey, lets switch on the TV, maybe the war has already started...'
a joke...
Then, the sudden sense of unreality:
warplanes taking off in the darkness,
majestic and sinister,
noise of the engines filling the room...
A morning to remember?
was that war any more real
than our relationship?
1991
JEAN GENET
Saint Genet Comedian and Martyr
making sexuality implode
frantic passivity
penetrated by thousand beautiful sailors,
humanity,
a mirror...
Black Panthers and Baader-Mainhof
your politics...
yours some of the few books worth reading
in our time!
1991
RECIPE NO. 17
(Sexual Education)
Make love to the old, the lonely,
the ugly, dispossessed,
the desperate charmless clumsy shy!
Come on!
Can't you see
what I mean?
Make love to bloody me!
I can hardly remember
the last time I got laid!
1992
W.S.BURROUGHS/SPERRY CO
Always something
in Old William's saga
which puzzled me!
until . . .
Burroughs Corporation, the answer!
Poor Old Rich Boy!
In Mexico, Tangiers
you got away with a few things...
money and solicitors
never far away!
or maybe
I'm just fantasising
what the hell do I know
about the guy?
WHAT'S WRONG WITH CUBA
What's wrong with Cuba in the eyes of the West?
Cuba has this bizarre relationship with itself,
doing things to its social body
Like being one of the poorest countries in Latin America
and having the best
medical and education services
south of the USA
Who in hell do they think they are?
bloody commies!
1992
OLD FASHIONED RECIPE
Hate the system!
persevere!
You may be able then,
with time,
luck,
to at last
taste yourself
WE TRY SO HARD!
We try so hard
to find, discover
a sense!
There must be something out there,
writing, someone,
to fill the emptiness!
strange, manic, pretentious animals
malignant green mould
growing...
growing...
all over the planet!
lets be true for a change
to our emptiness
true just for once
to our despair!
POETRY READING
I was listening
without any illusion
about myself, the situation, you,
enthralled by the beauty
the beauty
I better forget
forget
forget about you!
married
to someone,
I better forget
forget about you!
6/5/1991
I SAW YOU AGAIN
(so blind)
I saw you, just inside the door
my face didn't show the surprise
our eyes met
then quickly turned away,
the things you read:
first time I show them to people, you said,
having forgotten,
trying to read your expression,
rediscovering your face
strange, beautiful, different,
I was already a little drunk,
when I asked:
did you find the right man?
and after a while:
did you try to find a man anyway?
your train came,
I found myself alone on the platform
the end of another lonely, empty weekend
(1991)
COMPASSION SONG
When I think of all the sadness...
young, full of hope,
the loneliness of old age already there,
long empty days, filled with futile little things, really only waiting to die,
I wonder...
at all the useless senseless cruelty,
going on all the time,
between human beings...
I LIKE MEN AND WOMEN
(dedicated to Christopher Twiggs)
I like men and women,
I often wonder why!
dwelling in cardboard boxes
or quiet suburban houses
sharing a nightmare
Going through suffering
without leaning
I like men and women
destroying happily the world
destroying happily lives
feeling guilty for bizarre reasons
I like men & women
good chessplayers
expert survivors
the Sun on the Tube
the TV for indoors
don't give your brain a chance
don't take chances with your brain
I like men and women
I often wonder why
I like men and women
Do I?
WHY DOESN’T RAIN?
Why doesn't rain?
why doesn't rain more often in this city?
fewer people in the streets!
some space to breath!
such a sweet feeling!
You will rather have someone when it rains
someone in your life
someone in your bed
I love the rain!
Why doesn't rain?
Why doesn't rain more often in this city?
TELL ME LIES ABOUT VIETNAM!
(dedicated to Adrian Mitchell)
Tell me lies about Vietnam!
tell me lies about everything under the sun!
make me sleep my way through life!
let me sleep!
The beggars who are lazy!
plastic bags stacked with money!
Tell me lies about the loonies!
who are sick, dangerous,
and just plain shit!!
Tell me lies about Vietnam!
tell me lies about everything under the sun!
make me sleep my way through life!
let me sleep!
A WORLD FULL OF SHITE
It is a world full of shite
but then you look at the men and the women
there's still grace and beauty!
people still fight, rebel, struggle
for their rights!
in the third world,
in our midst,
seldom hitting the news!
In a world full of shite
children are born every day!
A world full of shite,
but they can't take away
the smell of coffee
the rain
the intelligence, the pain,
In a world full of shite!
PEOPLE!
I'm afraid of people!
I wont to be by myself
when I'm with
people!
and to live
I bloody well need
people!
38
I'm 38 today!
No parties for me!
or cards wishing well!
just a few lines
I'm still alive!
YOU DON'T BELONG!
You don't belong!
You don't belong!
You don't belong!
The message hammered into my brain!
over and over again!
Do people think I don't know already?
that I don't have a chance!
that my life will end
the way it has always been spent
in pain and despair?
SPEED
I have been
in the last two weeks
oh, so high!
Did a spiteful devil sprinkle
some speed
in my tea
in my food?
FOX IN DISTRESS WAITING FOR TALL BLONDE ANIMAL RIGHTS (SHE) CAMPAIGNER
Like a fox I fight for my life!
does a fox know
how pointless its struggle is?
Running to a bloody end
and still waiting
for some valiant campaigner
to step in:
'HEY, THIS IS WRONG!'
waiting...
GEOMETRY!
Freedom is geometrical!
Human space expands in a geometrical way!
Don't be human!
we all know the achievements of humanity!
the planet on its last leg!
Don't be human!
Be geometrically free!
OBSESSED
Obsessed by tenderness, love,
my sad lonely cripple of a heart
is all the time looking for something,
longing for someone,
Someone I know I will never find!
ALLEN GINSBERG CRYING
Allen Ginsberg crying in the street!
Allen Ginsberg crying on the page,
I want to be able to cry in the street!
everywhere else!
with grief ,compassion, tenderness,
get out,
get out of myself
MODE No.2
Life has only two modes,
apart from the thousand security ones!
No.1
lowest of all creatures
you crawl
snail- like
on the face of the planet!
Then,
casual epiphany,
action becomes possible
again!
LIFE IS NOT...
Life is not what they tell you
a slow flowing river
of boredom and stupidity!
You will learn a few things
on your way
to the grave!
And one day sons and daughters
will be
on their way!
You can always take up painting
sculpture
a class on nuclear physics,
on your way,
to a home!
TUBE PARANOIA
So boring down there
what else can you do?
but look at all the women
or whatever it is that you fancy!
but read a poisonous tabloid newspaper!
write a poisonous little song!
I'm sitting on a train,
I'm falling asleep,
but something...
something is waking me up!
People shouting,
people laughing,
people kissing and making love,
in front of me
on my left
on my right
in my lap!
Stop the train, let me out please!
'cause paranoia
is scrambling my brain!
Paranoia!
Tube Paranoia!
I DREAMT LAST NIGHT
I dreamt last night
I found true love!
and the revolution
had just began
I dreamt last night
of Bonny and Clyde
country and western technicolor dream!
I dreamt last night of a society
where being human is not a crime!
and this morning,
oh this morning I woke up!
nor love nor revolution
none in my bed
but the remains of an erection
I was feeling cold and hangover
I was feeling blue!
I woke up this morning
I was just...
I was feeling blue!
WHEN YOU FEEL LOW
When you feel low
when you feel high
then you know
you will need someone
in your bed that night
and you will be
on your own!
And when you go by the sea
under a new sky
rivers and towns
then you know
you will need someone
in your bed that night
and you will be
on your own!
STATISTICALLY LETHAL
(right said Ferencz)
You read a poem that night
'bout people who
by the very fact of living
breathing
people who
using resources
taking them away from others
statistically, you said,
cause deaths
real deaths, you insisted,
Well Ferencz, old mate,
allow me to disagree!
what causes deaths,
what's in fact
screwing up the planet
what is,
in Frank Zappa's words,
more common than oxygen,
is people fucking stupidity,
the fact that we
no longer have a clue 'bout
ourselves, life,
fucking statistics!
FINE, THANK YOU!
Fine, thank you!
like a football during a match!
You kick me left,
you kick me right,
there is a nice shit
spoiling for a fight
you stand on my head
he tramp me in the mud
you make demands
only thing you want
is to screw me up!
DISPOSABLE HERO
(be hip, don’t miss the hop!)
I want to be a disposable hero,
one of old William's chums!
offer him my arm!
offer him my ass!
give him his last erection
with some disposable affection
One of old William's chums,
do a gig together
in Amsterdam!
A disposable hero!
AFTER HOURS
After hours!
I missed the bloody last train
again!
the nightmare begin!
hopping through a number of different
night buses,
trying to board one
on my way to Liverpool Street
bloody driver
completely ignored me!
at three o'clock,
after having lost my way
just a couple of times,
missed the right stop,
the odd encounter
with a couple of deranged winos
(to be continued...)
© Paolo Fiora
