Went to see Luke Haines at the Islington Carling Academy last nite. Slightly disabled at the moment by a heavy cold that seems to have lodged in my ears making me half-deaf... I'm hard of hearing in one side anyway to start with and any kind of ear infection or cold sends me into a world of muted confusion... At the moment I feel about three years old, muffled up with cotton wool and olive oil.
Anyway, the gig was loud enough to by-pass my bad ears just about and he played one of my favourite 'art songs' 'The Death of Sarah Lucas'... a blistering attack and I make no apologies for setting out the lyrics in full. It's on 'The Oliver Twist Manifesto'. He also played the darkly dangerous 'Mitford Sisters' but sadly no 'Satan Wants Me' (off 'Das Capital') which references both Kenneth Anger AND Aleister Crowley and for that song alone I actually think I love him.
This is the death of Sarah Lucas
As painted by the mouth of Verona
Sarah Lucas and the Turin Shroud
Jesus Christ on a tea-towel
Take the cigarette Sarah
Put it in your mouth, smoke the fucker
Light it, suck it, don't blow it
Don't make a big deal about it
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
She's playing with morality
She's using ambiguity
She's using humour to question our preconceptions
Wish I could be like her but
I am not a girl
"The Car's The Star" to glue the cigarettes on
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
There are things that I don't understand
Maybe I'm an average man
But Sarah, I'm sorry
But I have to kill you
I traced her to a member's bar
She's holding court, she's talking art
Doesn't fruit look funny in a gallery?
It could be death by cigarette
Or one true blow to the head
Just plug Aunt Sally in the belly
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
I shot Sarah Lucas
