Steve Larkin song lyrics
Social constructivist anarchists
blurring the boundaries of politics,
oxymoronic rules they make
and break at their will.
Can we be friends
with a capital ‘F’?
Or does this depend
on a rule that we bend?
The boys and the girls are androgynous,
the casual sex is anonymous,
asymmetrically uniform haircuts,
they’ll hate it if it’s straight.
Can we be friends?
Oi! Can we be friends?
Can we be friends?
Oh! Is this not the trend?
The till in the Mac shop’s a genius,
a gimmick that’s already tedious.
An affluent man clamours for intimate
experiences on the internet.
Out once a week, think they’re gorgeous,
drunk in the wine bars ignored us,
we’ll take the spit and the sawdust
and look for alternative routes.
The bar is too high for us to get served,
the drunkenen view is being obscured,
the unresolved gets me motoring.
Can we be friends?
It's a digital trend.
Can we be friends?
Shall we just pretend?
Polly gone sided with Jesu’,
Muhammad, for profit, and Vishnu,
Polly gone polyamorous,
time share – yeah – love is when?
Can we all be friends?
Where will we ascend?
Can we be friends
and meet all our ends?
Discussions of where to set boundaries
made by colliding of histories;
the chances of parties being happy
depends if they attend.
The bar is too high for us to get served,
the drunkenen view is being obscured,
the unresolved gets me motoring,
alternate brushes and contrasting energies.
The black and the white are fading to shades,
the animal within, where we all begin,
society’s eyes, society prizes
the prisoner banging at the cell wall;
will the jailor open the door?
Is this a life that we have chosen?
Is this the thrust of fate that’s spoken?
Can we be friends
after this artificial end?
What are you to me?
What am I to you?
Forever changing things,
the earth it moves under our feet.
I’ve travelled the world, the words on my lips:
Je t’adore / Ich leibe dich.
If love’s not received, what becomes of it?
Square peg, round hole, no, it won’t fit.
The bar is too high for us to get served,
the drunkenen view is being absurd,
the unresolved…