paroles de chanson The Genius of the Crowd - Charles Bukowski

The genius of the crowd
There is enough treachery, hatred, violence, absurdity in the average human being
To supply any given army on any given day

And the best at murder are those who preach against it
And the best at hate are those who preach love
And the best at war, finally, are those who preach peace
Beware the average man the average woman
Beware their love, their love is average, seeks average

But there is genius in their hatred
There is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
To kill anybody
Not wanting solitude
Not understanding solitude
They will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own
Not being able to create art
They will not understand art
They will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world
Not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete
And then they will hate you

And their hatred will be perfect
Like a shining diamond
Like a knife
Like a mountain
Like a tiger
Like hemlock

Their finest art