Текст песни The Radicalisation Of D (Gareth Liddiard) с переводом

A young boy busts his dad’s Hills Hoist, using it as a swing

Kills a magpie in the backyard with a homemade ging

Steals chlorine from the neighbour’s swimming pool

Puts it in a coffee jar and pours brake fluid in

Makes a pipe bomb using match heads, and it fizzles when he runs

Tries again using the powder from the shells of his

Old man’s shotgun

It hisses like a feral cat he’s seen, slithers like the snake he killed

Leaves a scorch mark on the pavement

And he’s badly beaten for it

Finds a Playboy on the way to school

Tries remembering his Mum

Throws rocks at a girl he likes, and he’s sent

Home before lunch

Finds a King Kong doll beneath a bush

Probably some rich kid’s

But it roars ants when he shakes it

So he drops it in a bin

Later on dinner time comes

He puts tinned beans on white Tip Top

Halves it with his fingers

Shares it with the dog

Jumps a cyclone fence to the sound

Of his old man fucking through the evening

Finds a severed kangaroo hind leg

Just laying in a clearing

There’s a tendon or a tapeworm

That retracts after a kick

Finds a new stink that nearly makes him puke

When he pokes it with a stick

Meets a friend near there

They go to see his house just down the road

The sister lets them in

Then goes back upstairs in a bathrobe

He sees a Phillishave full of hair clippings

In a bathroom, near a bra

They find some car keys

Go outside and search a V8 car

And there’s a Beta tape in a brown paper bag

Hid under a seat

Hit play on the VCR machine

And start to hear flute music

Now there’s two girls on a farm somewhere

Playing with a labrador

Which rolls onto its back, like it has

Been through this before and

It’s the last time D hears flute music

The last time he thinks about girls

He sneaks home about 10 o’clock

Gets inside using the dog door

Channel 7 gets the scoop again

There’s a man gone crazy

He stole an APC from the army base

And closed down half the city

D’s been expelled from school and he’s quite happy

Staying in bed

He keeps track of all the updates

Surfing networks instead

This tank arrives at police HQ about 8am

It makes pancakes out of 5 or 6 patrol cars and then

Runs out of diesel near a Castrol service station

And there’s a standoff

Then he’s teargassed and

Not heard of again

D’s father dies of cancer the next Christmas day

He’s so hopped up on morphine that he

Can’t get straight

He says «Be proud of me my boy

Well I am finally off the fags

Since they caught me upstairs

Smoking on the helipad»

They cut the tumor off his liver

But he died without it

Seems like no one gets to choose

What they can’t live without

It don’t matter about money

When there ain’t no way around

You are living in a nightmare

You can’t bribe your way out

D finds a one room flat

That overlooks an underpass

He works part time as a labourer and it’s ok

Though it’s hard

Then some black kid steals his concession card

And beats him 'round the head

Next time D sees an army surplus store he steals a bayonet

Then one day the bus to work

Knocks down the kid that held him up

He dies laying in the street

The driver don’t make too much fuss

He smokes a ciggie with the cops

The ambulance is running late

And something inside D finds all this very, very strange

Soon after that the work dries up

And D starts drinking hard

Starts drinking cheap cask wine with old black fellas

Living in the park

One has a tattoo of a swastika made with a candle

Soap and spoons

Says he’s half caste and that full bloods prefer

Petrol over goon

Says he was brought up on a mission

Then became a Viet Vet

Ain’t got a single tooth to chew

So D gives him a bayonet

He has white scars between his knuckles

Or what’s left of them and says

«See I’m white too

I just cannot drink inside the way you like to»

Five years later D meets Werner at the rifle range

Werner’s granddad was SS

So now he goes by the nickname

Werner the Jew Burner and young D become so tight

They start going bush in his Landcruiser

Living on roos they shoot spotlighting

They get a year’s lease on a duplex

Werner finds D some work as

An unlicensed forklift driver in a fish market for cash

He’s got pictures of Adolf Hitler

Antique copies of Mein Kampf

But D thinks Hitler’s obsolete

And Werner’s practice too relaxed

But Werner finished high school

And studied engineering

D never did finish school

And Werner breaks the news that evening

The RAAF say they accept his application

To be trained to work on Hercules' 2000 miles away

He leaves tomorrow for NSW

And throws a party

Late that night

They get to drinking and they’re talking

Then they argue then they fight

D comes to bleeding in his bedroom

Begging Werner not to go

But Werner’s full weight’s on his back now

And he’s face down in a pillow

D wakes up late next afternoon

But Werner is long gone

D goes to find his .22

But there ain’t no shells at all

He finds 5 valiums in a Winfield pack

In a duffel bag in the hall

Then sits in front of the TV screen

Washes it all down with a bottle

Cliff has a beautiful wife

He’s insured for his life

It is autumn here in Brooklyn

In obstetrics, labour pain

And though his roots here are in slavery

Cliff is dressed himself by slaves

Credits rise like you’re collapsing, so bewilderingly fast

Seems the Cosbys of the world all go to bed 11 sharp

The rest of you have a choice of late night news

And more commercials

Yeah Just Do It, Have A Break, yes Life Is Good

Because You’re Worthless

Maybe She Was Born With It

And maybe you were too

Seems that one way or the other

There is nothing you can do

Cause you can only go as far as denying

You haven’t come anywhere

Forget Charles Darwin’s namesake

Is surrounded with black hair

You are depressed now but need only take this pill

To ban despair

If East Timor can’t be middle class

It can’t really be there

You are driving the Jeep Cherokee

Burning Arabs for fuel

But you are driving the Jeep Cherokee

And that’s good enough for you

You are living among taxpayers

Who welcome brown folks with a moat

Conducting policy with the one free hand

While the other’s round their throats

You are living in a land besieged

By what the world might think or know

But with its head so deep in Turkish sand

This can’t really be so

You are living in a nightmare

Let them Balkanize the East

No one says a word these days

They turn the other cheek

You are living in a nightmare

You can’t trust a ceasefire bid

And any wall they build around Gaza

Will be begging for a lid

You are living in a nightmare

You can’t bribe a want of doubt

You are living in a nightmare

You can’t bribe your way out of

But now we interrupt this broadcast

To bring you breaking news

There is a building in Manhattan

And it’s burning