take a good last look at who you are today
by tomorrow you will have changed
no air can get in
death's grip not giving an inch
I guess it's easier knowing you're dead
no rest for the wicked
not grief stricken
the life in you evicted
and I fear seeing your face
when I close my eyes
and I can't close my eyes now
this redefines my normality
and the words escape
after all the years
my complacency begins erasing
the way that we found you
and we witnessed hope undo
I know that the life inside you
had taken it's final abuse
and as far as stiff drinks go
I'll have a few
for me
for you
may this dimly lit cage
serve as your resting place
blue on black
the gravity of the situation takes hold
blue on black
so stiff and so fucking cold
take a good last look at who you are today
by tomorrow you will have changed
no air could get in
Wonderful dramatic opening, the voice of a black woman in all her honesty, vulnerability and openess. And then one of the fiercest tracks of Zulu, total hardcore: 'Now they are through with me', full of twists and turns, and suddenly ending in a kind of soul-track, brilliant! This is 21st century music at it's best. The end lecture is dramatic and disturbing, spoken again by a black woman. Makes you think. Hesperus