Author: ecstatic peace library

for Stuart Christie

 

Go slows, sit-ins

wildcat strikes

strike again

Quick, split

sabotage them

picket

Present absentee-ism

Wreck it

Boycott!

Because, boy, know, you’re not them

Whistle-blowing, blow it up again

Iraqi world for my Chelsea girlie

Let’s get going

Social steadyism

Leaflet falling

Mimeo-gasm

Mimeo-gasm

Scarlet, darling, sickle & hammer
Armband playing, parading

Angry Brigade

brocaded glamor exploding to pieces.
Stoked news at Eight, revolution greasers
Investigation, whose conspiracy?
Whose conspiracy?

Gate-crashing seekers, find the truth
Just you wait
We may have to use a toy grenade

 

Recorded under the title ‘Detonation’ (MMXV)

Released by Blank Editions 7-inch

Released on ‘The Best Day’ by Matador

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

La vio por vez primera

Entre signos de magia

Aun persistia la Sibila

Sonando cimbalos y campanas

Los cantos lanzados hablan ahora

 

Bajo un conjuro y por amor atados

Mi divina hechicera

Talisman bajo una esfera que medra

Por todas partes, su nombre (es tu)

 

La vio, por vez primera

Marcada con hierro incandescente

Vidente, jamas saldras de aqui

La luna propulso su historia

Besame, posesa, las manchas

 

De sangre y tinta que revelan

Ritos, su energia narcotica

Formas de cera derretidas para mi

Afrodita astada y sin reservas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With rebelle sacrifice we live in truth or die

They’ll take everything, try to tear us apart

We hear another thing – a truth we know by heart

And recruit militias of punk angels shouting love

No loitered childhood take liberties that could wet paper when we write

Rebelles philosophy

Mx Liberte is not at home, she’s stepping out into a new zone

She climbs the fence to meet “enemies”

who they send their affectionate regards please

With rebelle sacrifice we live in truth or die

They’ll take everything, try to tear us apart

We hear another thing – a truth we know by heart

Recruit militias of punk angels shouting love

No loitered childhood take liberties that could wet paper when we write

Rebelles philosophy

Mx Liberte is not at home, she’s stepping out into a new zone

We hear the whistles of a storm, ignite her torch to keep us warm [….]

– above lyrics by Radieux for TM (on upcoming Record Store Day release…. with a last verse written by him)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hello boys

 

– soleil Radieux et Thurston Moore

‘Rebellion of Joy’

Paris, mmxvi