Postcards From Catalonia

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I've been told to be a seer one must be ruthless
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So I've eaten the yellowed text of Paul and Brutus.
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The soothsayers came and went now I believe
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to be reborn we first must cultivate a seed
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Spit it out release that precious piece of pebbled ash from your mouth,
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That's a working class jewel spinning round your hopeless head.
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It ain't for chewing on it's for looking through instead.
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You prefer the common stone to the pearls,
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Under the plexiglass with the factory girl
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who told her sister all about you, hanging bed sheets on
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A clothesline in the sun.
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She keep you warm she keep you fed
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now you've gone and lost your bed
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On the doorstep of the sick and indignant society
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And as Christmas comes send word to all the ones
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who watch night disown day.

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Thirty five days after defection now I am sat in the cheapest of rooms.
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There's an oil lamp defiantly snapping at the shadows.
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I've had notions to start playing chess,
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but the mice they have stolen the pieces
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I have told them to start paying rent or they must leave.
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I am writing my letters, I am anchored in an armchair.
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I intend on shooting the postman when he passes at Dawn.
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I haven't eaten for thirteen days.
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I've taken the form of a Bosnian beggar.
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I'm the reason the preachers are screaming and shouting.
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Tell the mother I'm home, tell the mother I'm home.
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And as Christmas comes send word to all the ones
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Who would love to be remembered
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by the ghosts of november on St. Stephens's Day
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In some miniscule way

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Across the city they're sending postcards to Catalonia.
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Across my city they're sending postcards to Catalonia
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Across the city they're sending postcards to Catalonia
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I can't get out now so here's a postcard from Catalonia.

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