Love Ire & Song

Love Ire & Song
Well a teacher of mine once told me
That life was just a list of disappoints and defeats
And you could only do your best
And I said "Well that's a fuc*** cop-out, you're just washed up and you're tired
And when I get to your age, well, I won't be such a coward"
But these day I sit at home, known to shout at my TV
And Punk Rock didn't live up to what I hoped that it could be
And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young
Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs
And I packed all my pamphlets with my Bibles at the back of the shelf

Well it was bad enough the feeling, the first time it hit
When you realised your parents had let the world all go to shit
And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died
Had been killed off in the committees and left to die by the wayside
But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah by idiot fuc*** hippies in 50 different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60's battle re-enactment
And I hung up my banner in disgust and I head for the door
Oh but once we were young, and we were crass enough to care
But I guess you live and learn, we won't make that mistake again, no
Oh but surely just for one day, we could fight and we could win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible
Well we've been a good few hours drinking
So I'm going to say what everyone's thinking
If we're stuck on this ship and it's sinking
Then we might as well have a parade
Cause if it's still going to hurt in the morning
And a better plan's yet to get forming
Then where's the harm spending an evening
In manning the old barricades?

So come on, old friends, to the streets, let's be 1905, but not 1917
Let's be heroes, let's be martyrs, let's be radical thinkers who never have to test drive the least of their dreams
Let's divide up the world into the damned and saved
And then ride to the valley like the old Light Brigade
And straighten our backs, and we won't be afraid
And they'll celebrate our deaths with a national parade
So come on, let's be young, let's be crass enough to care
Let's refuse to live and learn, let's make all our mistakes again, yes
And then darling, just for one day, yeah, we can fight and we can win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible
Leave the mourning to the morning
Yeah, pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
But memories of hope, and of glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat

Un maestro alguna vez me dijo que la vida era solo una lista de desilusiones y derrotas, y que solo podías hacer lo mejor que pudieras. Yo le respondí que era una excusa cobarde, que estaba acabado y cansado, y que cuando llegara a su edad, no sería tan cobarde...