Roy Harper - The Spirit Lives Lyrics
Where once were men are now but sheep-a fiction and far cryFrom planet earth's proud animal-who would be you and I.Alas, our forebears drank the cup of poisoned alibiAnd made excuses far and wide,and made God in the sky.This boogaloo's now round the world-bad trips for everyone.No more the man of paradiseor the Celt of Albion.They queue like burning moths to spread the all-time vicious lie.You christians destroyed our tribe-I'll fight you till I die.And you can cut me down for what I saidBut goodness lives where God is dead.The history of religion is the history of the StateIncestuous exploiters of a catalogue of hate.The man of peace was over-run by armies of the "Lord"Who signed their names to any warand sang to praise the sword.The mission heads for outer spacethe voices ring and swellWith aeons of self-righteousnessthe senseless echoes knellThe words get much more meaningless-even plainer to tellThat those who would pronounce this Godare those who make this hell.And you can cut me down for what I saidBut goodness lives where God is dead.LOVE IS THE great triumph over christianity.She made a fool of silly priests. She mocked authority.She filled her bed with happiness.She gripped his loins for joyAnd felt ecstatic agonies and screamed the sweetest cry.Her children are the legacy of failure to be chainedAn everasting mutiny of flowers where it rained.They rise out of oppressionThey speak with one accord.The fountains breath- the spirit lives-The future rests assured.And to say that God is dead presupposes thathe was at some time alive.Ooooo what a young fool I am
