An Eternal Drain

Close your eyes, give them our cash,
Do you see output falling, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming?
Is this churning an eternal drain?

I believe we're going to bleed,
For the profits of bastards, we are asked not to see
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or is this gurning an eternal drain?

We don't face the pain and hide inside from the rain
A game so broken, that we don't even have a name
I don't want to lose our future

Oh

Embrace the pain, sun shines through the rain
Make the c*nts who caused it face up to the pain
I don't want to lose this feeling

Close your eyes and give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or are we learning that we need a new game?

Is this burning an eternal drain?

An eternal drain?

Twenty Years (more like 200)

I've been reading A People's History of American Empire (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_People%27s_History_of_American_Empire) recently, and it's made me think again about some of the assumptions and ironies of the story of Great Britain. Given our current approach to multi-culturalism, it saddens me to think of the cultural and linguistic heritage that these islands have lost as a result of the monoglottal and mono-structural aggression of the English political system in the last 500 years (and beyond).

The Irish part of these islands' history has been somewhat obliterated by this centralising drive, to the point where there are now more Urdu speakers in the UK than speakers of Scottish Gaelic, driven out of the country or genocidally massacred by the government and the interests of private business during the eighteenth century.

And yet once the barbaric Angles of Northumbria were converted to Christianity and introduced to literacy by Irish speaking monks.

It's not just the Americans who have a less than pure history of internal political, social, economic and racial aggression.

'Seo do leabhar,
Sea do pheann.
"Dean do leasan", thuirt iad riumsa,
"'S gunn eirich sibh suas anns an t-saoghal
'S gheibh sibh an adhart ann."

Fichead bliadhna'airson firinn
B'fheudar dhomh feitheamh
'S b'fheudar dhomh lorg
Fichead bliadhn' de bhreugan
Thug iad eachdraidh air falbh bhuainn.

Dh'ionnsaich sinn a leithid ann
Canan's bardachd, bardachd Bheurla
Ceol na Gearmailt
Eachdraidh na Spainnt
'S b'e sin an eachdraidh mheallt

Bhon sgoil do'n oilthigh chaidh sinn ann
A' leantail foghlum, tuilleadh foghlum
Mar amadan air deiradh streang
Seorsa de dh'fhoghlum 'nam cheann

Fichead bliadhna'airson firinn
B'fheudar dhomh feitheamh
'S b'fheudar dhomh lorg
Fichead bliadhn' de bhreugan
Thug iad eachdraidh air falbh bhuainn.

Ach dh'eirich mi suas anns an t-saoghal
Fhuair mi deise, 's fhuair mi leine
Fhuair mi aite ann an suilean dhaoin
Fada bhon mhonadh mi'n drasd

Carson a chum iad eadchraidh bhuainn
Innsidh mi dhut, tha iad gealltach
Mas eirich clann nan Gaidheal suas
Le ceistean sireach is cruaidh'

Twenty Years of Deceit
They denied me knowledge of myself

(Thanks to Runrig, and Howard Zinn)