Samtalet spelades in 10 mars 2023.

Musik: The Clash/Washington Bullets; Egor Letov/Of a fool; Prokofiev/March of the knights from Romeo and Juliet.

Dikt: "Kaosdemonen" av Håkan Julander, ljudläggning och mix Jon Johansson.

Programmet är mastrat av Jon Johansson.

Prenumerera på Nedkopplat eller stöd på swish: 123-6470694

Länkar:

The Duran: https://rumble.com/v2d43fw-african-leaders-collective-west-is-not-the-only-game-in-town.html

Ola Tunander: https://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ola_Tunander

Text Clash/Washington bullets

Oh! Mama, Mama look there!Your children are playing in that street againDon't you know what happened down there?A youth of fourteen got shot down thereThe Kokane guns of Jamdown TownThe killing clowns, the blood money menAre shooting those Washington bullets again

As every cell in Chile will tellThe cries of the tortured menRemember Allende, and the days before,Before the army camePlease remember Victor Jara,In the Santiago Stadium,Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again

And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,For Castro is a color,Is a redder than red,Those Washington bullets want Castro deadFor Castro is the color......That will earn you a spray of lead

For the very first time ever,When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,There was no interference from AmericaHuman rights in America

Well the people fought the leader,And up he flew...With no Washington bullets what else could he do?

'N' if you can find a Afghan rebelThat the Moscow bullets missedAsk him what he thinks of voting Communist......Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,How many monks did the Chinese get?In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,'N' check the British bullets in his armoryQue?Sandinista!

Text Yegor Letov/Of a fool

A fool is wandering

Through the woods

Looking is the fool

For an even greater fool[*]

Death is walking down the street[**]

With pancakes on her dish

[The one] who gets one is to have his lot come true

She pats his shoulder

Kisses him hard

His kopeks fall and roll from his bosom right away

A fool is wandering

Through the woods

Looking is the fool

For an even greater fool

Cog-wheels started spinning inside my head

My wet head in the armor-piercing rain

Quicksilver started boiling, the fist was raised

But putting a cross on one's chest means putting coins onto his eyes[***]

A fool is wandering

Through the woods

Looking is the fool

For an even greater fool

My dead mama came to me yesterday

Shook her fists at me, called me a fool

An early morning gnat landed into my fire

And chocked on the blood from my temple

A fool is wandering

Through the world

Looking is the fool

For an even greater fool

I've bought a bunch of balloons today

I'll fly with them over the wonderful land

I'll swallow poplar fluff, dive into the ground

And answer any questions: "Always alive!"[****]

A fool is wandering

Through the skies

Looking is the fool

For an even greater fool

The sun was shining all day and all night long

There are no atheists in foxholes

The blind one will come first, the worthless one will win

You couldn't even dream of that

A fool is wandering

Through the woods

Looking is the fool

For an even greater fool

[*]The refrain was inspired by an old Slavic death spell: "A deadman is wandering through the woods, looking for someone more dead than him".

[**] In Russian, the word "death" is of feminine gender.

[***]A reference to the old custom of placing coins on the eyes of the dead.

[****]This may be a paraphrase of the well-known quote from a poem by Soviet poet Lev Oshanin: "Lenin is always with you/Lenin is always alive".