Lyrics Still I Rise - Barry Adamson
And
still
I
rise
God
beams
down
from
his
Red
velour
chaise
longue
where
he
scans
"Thigh
High"
magazine
and
just
gets
right
on
with
the
business
in
hand.
His
reverence
is
interrupted
by
the
sounds
of
seduction
and
keeping
himself
in
check
he
screams
"who
the
hell
else
is
here,
show
thyself
that
I
may
be
at
peace
once
more"
but...
Still
I
rise
"Who
the
hell
else,
who
the
hell
else?"
It
is
I
Anaestheus
the
king
of
lust,
king
of
all
that
is
unjust
putting
ideas
into
the
minds
of
men,
chained
to
the
tracks
by
their
own
desires
and
frittering
away
the
choice
to
live
amongst
the
most
noble
the
most
magnificent,
the
most
that
a
man
can
possibly
be
but...
Still
I
rise
As
a
bright
red
capital
A
hits
the
centre
plate.
I
grit
somebody
else's
teeth
and
haul
off
to
the
next
spot,
my
life
taking
on
new
meaning
as
I
tread
the
unknown,
blinkered
and
shivering
with
candle
snot
trickling
down
my
beak,
landing
on
my
lip
which
gives
me
more
food
for
thought
as
I
fall
down
drunk
and
screw
up
the
union
but...
Still
I
rise
Angels
place
their
hands
on
my
forehead,
the
anaesthetic
now
splitting
the
death
probe
while
surgeons
hack
and
crack,
spilling
more
claret
than
the
time
they
kissed
the
sober
dawn.
Move
on
up
to
leg
mountain
and
pluck
out
the
chosen
one,
my
mind
is
full
from
memory
overload,
the
anaesthetic
truck
like
shot,
drains
I.V.s
and
a
back
fulla
'phine
but...
Still
I
rise
Walk
with
the
king,
the
son
and
myself
and
the
whole
damn
ministry.
Sleeping
under
bright
lights
that
keep
watch
over
our
every
move
(takes
a
while
but
we'll
get
there
baby)
and
so
we
stroll,
remembering
Albert
Johanson,
Albert
Adamson,
the
soul
murdered
father,
the
Moss
Side
tory
the
negro
inside
me,
the
man
with
the
Golden
hip
bone
connected
to
the...
devil's
fucking
plaything
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