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![]() Peter Hammill 's song lyrics
Primo * on the Parapet from His CD The Noise 1993 Rockport records * Primo Levi, born 1919 ,italian jew,chemical engineer,resistant, survivor of Auschwitz 's hell, after being retired of industry world, he spent his time writing until his controversial death on April 11, 1987, in the apartment where he was born and took up residence. Falling to his death from the railing of his third-floor stairwell, the question of whether he committed suicide or was victim of an unwanted accident is still open to debate To crawl on hollowed ground without a map to walk on hollow legs, leaving no footprints to drift like a ghost through the quarters of lost desire breathing underwater, still running through the fire. Four horsemen drive the coach of Holocaust home; and with what sense of history do we view our bright new world. with the video nasty blasting through the set of our next door neighbour ? Do we learn to forget ? Do we learn just to forget? And raw barbarity sleeps, spore in soil ? and no-one's an innocent, no-one's entirely immune... Oh, still we wait for a saviour, there are no saints as yet. Just that gilt badge of survival, we learn to forget, The blindest eye is turn on the beast we clothe, drab in the uniform of silent acquiescence. I'll raise the toast to Primo, climbing up upon the parapet with one final word of caution : we must learn not to forget. There's pain in rememberance, but we must learn not to forget. Here's a toast to Primo let's learn not to forget Here's a toast to Primo forgive but don't forget Here's a toast to Primo let's learn not to forget One last word of caution from the very rim of the parapet One last word of rememberance... we must learn not to forget . |
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