[Naomi Klein]
The American civil rights activist and philosopher Cornell West says justice is what love looks like in public. And, so what I wrote is that neoliberalism is actually what lovelessness looks like in public. That now, after four decades of these policies and... the reason that I say the book came out on June 12th is that just one week later was the Grenfell Tower fire. And, you know, I feel like this catastrophe, right, this crime really, in so many ways, is the ultimate symbol of that lovelessness as policy, of that neglect - that systematic neglect and systematic discrimination. But also of that hollowness, that you're asking about, right, because of this extraordinary cruelty of this investment in the image. Like the investment in the aesthetic in sharp contrast to the divestment, the inside of the interior, right?
[Verse 1]
How can I do a fire in the booth, when I'm trying just to maintain
And since June don't hear the word fire in the same way?
Heard screams, splutters and them gasping for air
That’s not bars in a booth it’s so hard to compare
If I use fire as metaphor
Does that disrespect the people that are never more?
How does that bomb sound sound to those that bled in war, that we never saw?
Remember when they settled scores with metal swords like Skeletor
Chinese made gun powder, Nobel invented dynamite
They say the guilt in his mind compelled him to design the prize
We know what Einstein's mind was like
How many geniuses we never knew that were deprived of life?
I can't philosophise on horrifying flames
We don’t have to apologise or qualify our pain
De-Grenfellise our loved ones of the colonisers name
Should we let the corporate media lobotomise our brains?
You are beautiful, no matter how this life disfigures you
You’re beautiful even if that image you emulate isn't you
I don’t know if history is linear or cyclical
But know I’m ridiculed for making invisibles visible
That's why Plato said banish poets from the republic
‘Cause they know that we can shake the social system and disrupt it
The land of liberty, they tell us leave it or lump it
When Trump comes to the country we hope he chokes on his crumpet
Before we sink in the ocean, consider this as a omen
Nature's blessings aren't ours just ‘cause we think that we own them
Never think that you're broken, or think that you're no one
Remember a rope is strong because of strings interwoven
The American civil rights activist and philosopher Cornell West says justice is what love looks like in public. And, so what I wrote is that neoliberalism is actually what lovelessness looks like in public. That now, after four decades of these policies and... the reason that I say the book came out on June 12th is that just one week later was the Grenfell Tower fire. And, you know, I feel like this catastrophe, right, this crime really, in so many ways, is the ultimate symbol of that lovelessness as policy, of that neglect - that systematic neglect and systematic discrimination. But also of that hollowness, that you're asking about, right, because of this extraordinary cruelty of this investment in the image. Like the investment in the aesthetic in sharp contrast to the divestment, the inside of the interior, right?
[Verse 1]
How can I do a fire in the booth, when I'm trying just to maintain
And since June don't hear the word fire in the same way?
Heard screams, splutters and them gasping for air
That’s not bars in a booth it’s so hard to compare
If I use fire as metaphor
Does that disrespect the people that are never more?
How does that bomb sound sound to those that bled in war, that we never saw?
Remember when they settled scores with metal swords like Skeletor
Chinese made gun powder, Nobel invented dynamite
They say the guilt in his mind compelled him to design the prize
We know what Einstein's mind was like
How many geniuses we never knew that were deprived of life?
I can't philosophise on horrifying flames
We don’t have to apologise or qualify our pain
De-Grenfellise our loved ones of the colonisers name
Should we let the corporate media lobotomise our brains?
You are beautiful, no matter how this life disfigures you
You’re beautiful even if that image you emulate isn't you
I don’t know if history is linear or cyclical
But know I’m ridiculed for making invisibles visible
That's why Plato said banish poets from the republic
‘Cause they know that we can shake the social system and disrupt it
The land of liberty, they tell us leave it or lump it
When Trump comes to the country we hope he chokes on his crumpet
Before we sink in the ocean, consider this as a omen
Nature's blessings aren't ours just ‘cause we think that we own them
Never think that you're broken, or think that you're no one
Remember a rope is strong because of strings interwoven
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