THE THE More like the music of now than the music of now

I've been asking myself: did Matt Johnson of Eighties group THE THE have some kind of second sight? Or is it just that nothing ever changes?

You may be worshipping the temples of mammon
Or lost in the prisons of religion
But can you still walk back to happiness
When you've nowhere left to run?




But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave

Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds



6 o'clock in the morning & i'm the last person in this plane
still awake
Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores,
Of this land that can't forget its past.
Oh the wind that carries this plane, is the wind of change,
heaven sent and hell bent!



Well it ain't written in the papers, but its written on the walls
The way this country is divided to fall,
So the cranes are moving on the skyline--
Trying to knock down--this town
But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed,
from this country, that's sick, sad, and confused.



But this last one has always been my favourite.

The more I see
The less I know
About all the things I thought were wrong or right
& carved in stone

So, dont ask me about
War, religion, or god
Love, sex, or death
Because....

Everybody knows whats going wrong with the world
But I dont even know whats going on in myself.