Fugazi
Fish Lyrics

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell.
Drinking vodka alone in a Blackheath cell, cut off from the world.

Extinguishing the fires in my private hell.
Trying to put out the flames of my personal demons.

Provoking the heartache to renew the license
Intentionally causing myself pain to inspire my poetry.

Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule.
As a sensitive writer, I am emotionally vulnerable.

Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience,
Supporting the superficial and insincere values of society.

Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover,
Feeling hungover and disconnected from reality.

Baptized in tears from the real.
Overwhelmed by the genuine emotions of the world.

Drowning in the liquid, seize on the Piccadilly line, rat-race.
Drinking to escape the stresses of London life.

Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth.
Nervously navigating the city's underground transit system.

Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition.
Pursuing love with determination, like a swimmer stroking through water.

The albatross courtship, maritime tradition.
Following the ritualistic pursuit of a mate, like an albatross at sea.

Sheathed with the walkman, wear the halo of distortion,
Using music to tune out and distort reality.

Aural contraceptive, aborting pregnant conversation.
Choosing not to engage in or listen to meaningful conversations.

But she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart;
The woman I loved turned against me and hurt me deeply.

She hung herself around my neck.
Metaphorically burdening me with her problems.

From the Time-Life guardians in their conscience bubbles,
Mocking those who claim to be morally superior.

Safe and dry in my sea of troubles.
Feeling comfortable in my own emotional turmoil.

Nine to Fives, with suitable ties,
Those living ordinary, corporate lives.

While I`m cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero.
Feeling like an outsider, being admired for entertainment value only.

Be calm, be still, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real.
Trying to remain calm and composed, while struggling with real emotions.

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now,
Criminals may now hide in plain sight, within gentrified neighborhoods.

Praying deportation for his sacred cow.
Wishing harm on that which is most precious to someone.

A legacy of romance from a twilight world.
Memories of an earlier era, full of love and passion.

The dowry of a relative mystery girl.
The woman being sought after is not fully understood or known.

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union.
A beautiful yet exotic and unlikely pairing.

A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs.
Finding escape and satisfaction in pornography.

This Magdalene contracts more than favours.
A reference to Mary Magdalene, implying that this woman has more to offer than just sex.

The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat.
Being oppressed and controlled by Western society's unrealistic expectations and promises.

A son of the swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard.
A man who is proud of his fascist beliefs and appearance.

Graffitti disciples conjure testaments of hatred.
Acts of vandalism as a form of expressing hate and intolerance.

Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges.
Speaking secretly and covertly where danger and oppression meet.

This is Brixton chess,
Reference to the constant tension and competition of inner city life.

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle.
The homeless are compared to fallen monarchs, relegated to folding their newspaper in the streets.

A creature of habit, begs the boatman`s coin.
Those who live in poverty are trapped in their circumstances and must resort to begging.

He`ll fade with old soldiers in the grease-stained roll-call.
Those who are forgotten by society will slip away into anonymity.

Linger with the heartburn of Good Friday`s last supper.
An allusion to the pain and suffering of the crucifixion and the last meal, suggesting a lingering sense of guilt and remorse.

Son watches father scan obituary columns,
Demonstrating the inevitability of aging and recognizing the mortality of oneself and loved ones.

In search of absent school friends,
Reminiscing about the past and yearning for connections that have been lost.

While his generation digests high-fibre ignorance.
The younger generation is subjected to information overload, but lacks true understanding and knowledge.

Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows.
Afraid to face the harsh realities of the world and hiding behind material possessions.

Decriminalized genocide, provided door-to-door Belsens.
A criticism of the way society often disregards the suffering and atrocities happening beyond their own doorstep.

Pandora`s box of holocausts.
The potential for great evils to be unleashed upon society.

Gracefully cruising satellite-infested heavens.
Even the stars are tainted with technological interference.

Waiting, the season of the button,
The anticipation of a momentous, triggering event.

The penultimate migration.
The second to last great movement of people.

Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably,
Sarcasm indicating the frivolity of beauty and fashion in the face of impending disaster.

For the terminally insane, insane.
Indicating that the insanity of the world will only worsen.

Do you realise, do you realise, do you realise
Asking whether the listener is aware of the gravity of the situation.

This world is totally fugazi?
The world is completely fake and artificial.

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Asking why there are no leaders with foresight to guide society.

Where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Calling for artists to rebel against the shallow and superficial values of society.