there is a devil in this world
and no angel will save us
our relations are sickened and damaged by this upside down world
they're turning our neighbourhoods into disneylands
they're building more prisons and doubling their patrols
at the same time miss celine dion sings love songs while our cities burn
in these times, when everything is denied us
anything is possible
but everyday stubborn clumsy beautiful ideas rot on the withering vine
all dreams fall down
failure leads to irony,
and irony smothers us with all the pastel colours of the newest retail superstores
we call for an end to this state of affairs
long live a little bit of autonomy
long live all quiet roof easels
a sort of culture can be built here
all sorts of things can happen
when and if we finally begin to refuse
so i dedicate my life to quiet refusals
loud refusals and sad refusals
I dedicate it to the imminent market collapse
I dedicate it to carpenters
waitresses and drug addicts
I dedicate it to secretaries, alcoholics and schizophrenics
I dedicate it to the boys kissing boys
girls kissing girls
girls kissing boys
and everything in between
I dedicate it to anxiety attacks, hangovers, worried depression
and all the other necessary by-products of trying to live free
I dedicate it to any endeavour who's ultimate unreasonable goal is autonomy
self-determination or joy
I dedicate it to every prisoner in the world
