I dont like blank pages. That might sound strange for someone who writes. A blank page is...it's too much pressure to make a good impression, sound smart and witty, stir a feeling in someone. I can't do it right now, not while this empty blog stares impatiently in my face. I can't even edit this page yet without changing the language into Urdu or deleting my blog or some other minor blog inconvenience. So I'll quote instead the song from which I derived my blog's name, Ghetto Defendant, by the Clash. That's a safe beginning, it absolves me of the need to be original. I can listen to this song on repeat for 24 hours and not get bored. I hope their words will inspire the same feeling in you all as it inspires in me, although only hearing the lyrics without the music is only half its beauty. In a future blog, when Im better at this, Ill tell you all I have to tell about music and the Clash.
(DO THE WORM ON THE ACCROPOLIS
SLAMDANCE THE COSMOPOLIS
ENLIGHTEN THE POPULACE)
HUNGRY DARKNESS OF LIVING
WHO WILL THIRST IN THE PIT?
(HOOKED IN METROPOLIS)
HE SPENT A LIFETIME DECIDING
HOW TO RUN FROM IT
(ADDICTS OF METROPOLIS)
ONCE FATE HAD A WITNESS
AND THE YEARS SEEMED LIKE FRIENDS
(GIRLFRIENDS)
HER BABIES CAN DREAM
BUT DREAMS BEGIN LIKE THE END
(SHOT INTO ETERNITY
METHADONE KITTY
IRON SERENITY)
GHETTO DEFENDANT
IT IS HEROIN PITY
NOT TEAR GAS NOR BATON CHARGE
THAT STOPS YOU TAKING THE CITY
(STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE)
WALLED OUT OF THE CITY
CLUBBED DOWN FROM UPTOWN
SPRAYED PEST FROM THE NEST
RUN OUT TO BARRIO TOWN
(THE GUARDS ARE ITCHY)
FORCED TO WATCH AT THE FEAST
THEN SWEEP UP THE NIGHT
FLIPPED PIECES OF COIN
(BROKEN BOTTLES)
EXCHANGED FOR BIRTHRIGHT
(GRAFTED IN A JIFFY)
(STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE
SITTING PRETTY
GRAPHED IN A JIFFY
NO PITY, PRETTY)
THE GHETTO PRINCE OF GUTTER POETS
WAS BOUNCED OUT OF THE ROOM
(JEAN ARTHUR RIMBAUD)
BY THE BODYGUARDS OF GREED
FOR DISTURBING THE TOMB
(1873)
HIS WORDS LIKE FLAMETHROWERS
(PARIS COMMUNE)
BURNT THE GHETTOS IN THEIR CHESTS
HIS FACE WAS PAINTED WHITER
AND HE WAS LAID TO REST
(DIED IN MARSEILLE
BURIED IN CHARLEVILLE
SHUT UP)
SOAP FLOODS OIL IN WATER
ALL CHURN IN THE WAKE
ON THE GREAT SHIP OF PROGRESS
THE CREW CAN'T FIND THE BRAKE
KLAXONS ARE BLARING
THE ADMIRAL SNORES COMMAND
SUBMARINES BOIL IN OCEANS
WHILE THE ARMIES FIGHT WITH SUNS
(DO THE WORM ON THE ACCROPOLIS
SLAMDANCE THE COSMOPOLIS
ENLIGHTEN THE POPULACE)
HUNGRY DARKNESS OF LIVING
WHO WILL THIRST IN THE PIT?
(HOOKED IN METROPOLIS)
HE SPENT A LIFETIME DECIDING
HOW TO RUN FROM IT
(ADDICTS OF METROPOLIS)
ONCE FATE HAD A WITNESS
AND THE YEARS SEEMED LIKE FRIENDS
(GIRLFRIENDS)
HER BABIES CAN DREAM
BUT DREAMS BEGIN LIKE THE END
(SHOT INTO ETERNITY
METHADONE KITTY
IRON SERENITY)
GHETTO DEFENDANT
IT IS HEROIN PITY
NOT TEAR GAS NOR BATON CHARGE
THAT STOPS YOU TAKING THE CITY
(STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE)
WALLED OUT OF THE CITY
CLUBBED DOWN FROM UPTOWN
SPRAYED PEST FROM THE NEST
RUN OUT TO BARRIO TOWN
(THE GUARDS ARE ITCHY)
FORCED TO WATCH AT THE FEAST
THEN SWEEP UP THE NIGHT
FLIPPED PIECES OF COIN
(BROKEN BOTTLES)
EXCHANGED FOR BIRTHRIGHT
(GRAFTED IN A JIFFY)
(STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE
SITTING PRETTY
GRAPHED IN A JIFFY
NO PITY, PRETTY)
THE GHETTO PRINCE OF GUTTER POETS
WAS BOUNCED OUT OF THE ROOM
(JEAN ARTHUR RIMBAUD)
BY THE BODYGUARDS OF GREED
FOR DISTURBING THE TOMB
(1873)
HIS WORDS LIKE FLAMETHROWERS
(PARIS COMMUNE)
BURNT THE GHETTOS IN THEIR CHESTS
HIS FACE WAS PAINTED WHITER
AND HE WAS LAID TO REST
(DIED IN MARSEILLE
BURIED IN CHARLEVILLE
SHUT UP)
SOAP FLOODS OIL IN WATER
ALL CHURN IN THE WAKE
ON THE GREAT SHIP OF PROGRESS
THE CREW CAN'T FIND THE BRAKE
KLAXONS ARE BLARING
THE ADMIRAL SNORES COMMAND
SUBMARINES BOIL IN OCEANS
WHILE THE ARMIES FIGHT WITH SUNS
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