I Am The Party

Well you can tell by the way I move my feet that I'm a genuine

Insurrectionary - It's a kind of nervous shuffle that contrasts so well with bolshevik bravado.

And you can tell by the way Iraise my hand - Not in a fist but for a question.

Take out your manifestos and then put them away

I implore you to ignore every word I say

And if my status as a figure on a stage implies authority

I hope my caution and my age belies my humility

And will to take my rage and try to turn myself into a one-man landslide

Let's kick it off with a leafleting campaign and follow it up with some public meetings

Pressing flesh and kissing babies as I smile and promise things are getting better.

I am the party, the apparatchik and the grey bureaucracy

I am the secret police, manufacturing a constituency that doesn't answer back

I found these words in my bedroom underneath old magazines

And I found this voice in my record collection - distorting tapes kicked analysis awake

You found this song but

You didn't question - swallowed the sleeve but didn't see my tongue inside my cheek

I am the politburo, but I am the velvet revolution

A budapest kick from fifty-six and so: let's all go

Hand in hand to the local polling station and

Make our own categories, then vote for ourselves