Nothing to say

 

“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.”
James Earl Jones

Dette er en av de dagene hvor min opplevelse av samfunnets og våre politikeres kulde setter meg så ut av spill at jeg ikke finner ordene mine, så jeg overlater ordet til Ian Anderson:

"Everyday there's someone asking

what is there to do?

Should I love or should I fight

is it all the same to you?

No I say I have the answer

proven to be true,

But if I were to share it with you,

you would stand to gain

and I to lose.

Oh I couldn't bear it

so I've got nothing to say.

Nothing to say.

Every morning pressure forming

all around my eyes.

Ceilings crash, the walls collapse,

broken by the lies

that your misfortune brought upon us

and I won't disguise them.

So don't ask me will I explain

I won't even begin to tell you why.

No, just because I have a name

well I've got nothing to say.

Nothing to say.

Climb a tower of freedom,

paint your own deceiving sign.

It's not my power

to criticize or to ask you to be blind

To your own pressing problem

and the hate you must unwind.

So ask of me no answer

there is none that I could give

you wouldn't find.

I went your way ten years ago

and I've got nothing to say.

Nothing to say."