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letra de san theodoros - marsy mars

[scene 1]
“you know what they call london over there
don’t you?”
“no, what?”
“the black island”
“for obvious reasons?”
“…what are the obvious reasons?”

[refrain 1]
on each of these steps and shelves
is settled the sediment of history;
but mrs. vaughn’s sweeping cadres
are scrupulous, scrupulous

{scene 2]
“so settled and strong is their presence here now
that back in caracas they no longer call
london ‘london’; they call it
by an adoptive name”
“and what name is that?”
“san theodoros”
“san theodoros?”
“yeah; named after a scheme for the
perfect state dreamt up by a couple
of lunatics – two twins, both
named theodore”
“it is garden of lunatics enough, i s’pose”
[scene 3]
“why do white people have no culture?”
“i don’t know. maybe they reach prosperity
too discretely and too completely for any
means for controllable agitation of their
cultural grain to still be possible in a way
that it is for less stable demographics
life, thus, though contented enough, is not creative;
and the best, if they are made at all
have no zest.”
“yeah, but why though?”

[scene 4]
if london’s a theatre of anything
it’s of the deterioration of personality;
things given fixture on the stage
with no right to be there

[scene 5]
“right, up you go sammy;
there are 400 pigeons up there
and they all have, or have had, covid.”
“they’ll never automate this one, will they?”
“no; you’ll be forever spared your cicero.”

[scene 6]
“i’m tired of london.”
“yeah but you know what they say
‘who is tired of london is tired of life.’”
“well then i’m tired of life, i say to
to whoever is responsible for that saying; was it d-ck van patten?”
“i don’t know, i thought it was kierkegaard.”
“no, it was becker?”
“becker? are you mad? maybe it was kitaro nishida?”
“hergé?”
“twombly?”
“juana ines?”
“graham norton?”
“dawit ii, 35th emperor of ethiopia?”
“the grumps?”
[refrain 2]
all my life i’ve
been riding the bus
all my life i’ve
been riding the bus
yes, there is public transport in paradise
every time i step onboard
the same man looks at me askance
we never talk about that look
though every day we have the chance
[bar 139.4 onwards]
i was born in his arcadia
the burgh for which he was ever searching
i was not born in mine

[scene 7]
to flush a map with pain and destruction
simply begin a search of whose objective
you are ignorant. at worst outcome
you will find a winded way to
one island republic in which all the world’s
represented; they value one another none
and no, themselves neither
themselves neither

- marsy mars

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