Si We Dem Nuh Know We
Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell
He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell
He'd been there many times before, but now the law does say
The only way to Cuba is with the CIA
William Worthy isn't worthy to enter our door
Went down to Cuba, he's not American anymore
But somehow it is strange to hear the State Department say
You are living in the free world, in the free world you must stay
Five thousand dollars or a five year sentence may well be
For a man who had the nerve to think that travelin' is free
Oh why'd he waste h
He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell
He'd been there many times before, but now the law does say
The only way to Cuba is with the CIA
William Worthy isn't worthy to enter our door
Went down to Cuba, he's not American anymore
But somehow it is strange to hear the State Department say
You are living in the free world, in the free world you must stay
Five thousand dollars or a five year sentence may well be
For a man who had the nerve to think that travelin' is free
Oh why'd he waste h
Ephemeral
Still proceeding cycle we dwell:-
At the stage of decline
Grim, erotic, thespian, faint
Somnifacient reflections of life
Nocturnal paths of flesh and blood...
Asleep, drifting through depths
Of derangement restrained
Vital catharsis, writhing collapse
Deliquesced human sense...
A days as calm as dream are mad...