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| Roquefort (Yoghurt/Chielie) Some tongue says it’s a bell of dust over town A French stench, a Dutch dusk, blue turned too brown I’ve seen it from the Mediterranean, way up in the air I thought the place had burned down, fell into despair And one month later failed to notice the trees Were clad the same shade, no longer aware Can you believe I could not stop to stare? Crowds of speeding vehicles and layers of slayersmoke Are becoming more intensive, it might just be time we croaked Spit our insides on the table, leave our children here to die The Lord said: go and multiply – and Lord, we multiplied I don’t think Belgium’s greatest poet ever really lied It’s time we turned the heat down if we don’t want to get fried Which might just be tough on Jekylls who are also Mr. Hyde We have taken ourselves for a pretty long ride They’ve got me cornered Four green eyes in a cool grey kitchen Their eyes are moving fast Their fourteen lids keep twitching I have to scratch my limbs ‘Cause everywhere I’m itching And they tell me I cause their disease to be I wish they would only be friendlier to me “Burn your cities and burn your farms Your cars, your wives, your children Send the whole place up in dazzling sparks, but Try to save your own neck from cutting through itself There’d be no end to the laughter above you Around you the multitude of weirdos would astound you Room to live and rooms to let You’d hire them? You bet Your life on your own cook-ups instead” Our love of life forfeits our living for ourselves We blame our helplessness and everybody else We’re bound and yet we claim we are the gods themselves And lock ourselves away in private padded hells Our dirt engulfs the globe and punishes the world That let us run around on it, our petty flags unfurled We should have been extinguished when our first flame curled |