Ghosts, long-stirring, now awake
Same well-trodden path to take
Image update, same lies, same refrain –
Haider!
Where is your beauty, Austria?
Where is your culture, Austria?
Is this your future, Austria –
A steel stilletto in the night and the crunch of a manicured fist?
Haider!
Sober, clean and smartly dressed
Business class is well impressed
Now he pulls the strings behind the scenes -
Haider!
We all know the things he said
We all know the book he read
We all know those sad old fascist dreams –
Haider!
Where is your beauty, Austria?
Where is your culture, Austria?
Is this your future, Austria?
Death and dumplings, pearls and pogroms,
Hate in the shopping mall -
Haider!
Inspired by love, I wandered round Vienna
Where once my love made music of her own
I marvelled at the music that was born there
But that great city has a heart of stone..
Haider!
Second coming of the beast, blessed by banker, boss and priest
Slay the beast or bow your heads in shame –
Haider!
Young and old, Austrians all, hear your history’s baleful call
Hear the butchered millions scream his name –
Haider!
Where is your beauty, Austria?
Where is your culture, Austria?
Is this your future, Austria?
For, mark our words, the bastard will not pass....
Smash Haider
Or hell in Austria!
Same well-trodden path to take
Image update, same lies, same refrain –
Haider!
Where is your beauty, Austria?
Where is your culture, Austria?
Is this your future, Austria –
A steel stilletto in the night and the crunch of a manicured fist?
Haider!
Sober, clean and smartly dressed
Business class is well impressed
Now he pulls the strings behind the scenes -
Haider!
We all know the things he said
We all know the book he read
We all know those sad old fascist dreams –
Haider!
Where is your beauty, Austria?
Where is your culture, Austria?
Is this your future, Austria?
Death and dumplings, pearls and pogroms,
Hate in the shopping mall -
Haider!
Inspired by love, I wandered round Vienna
Where once my love made music of her own
I marvelled at the music that was born there
But that great city has a heart of stone..
Haider!
Second coming of the beast, blessed by banker, boss and priest
Slay the beast or bow your heads in shame –
Haider!
Young and old, Austrians all, hear your history’s baleful call
Hear the butchered millions scream his name –
Haider!
Where is your beauty, Austria?
Where is your culture, Austria?
Is this your future, Austria?
For, mark our words, the bastard will not pass....
Smash Haider
Or hell in Austria!
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2013/12/13 - 15:21
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Parole e musica di John Baine, in arte Attila the Stockbroker
Non so esattamente a quale anno risalga questa canzone né se sia contenuta in qualche disco, ma il personaggio cui è dedicata, Jörg Haider, balzò alla ribalta delle cronache nel 1989 quando, come leader del nazionalista e populista Partito della Libertà (dove l’ho già sentita questa sigla?!?), divenne governatore della Carinzia austriaca… Due anni dopo dovette dimettersi per il fatto di aver “elogiato” un po’ troppo Adolf Hitler… Fu poi rieletto nel 2004 e nel 2005 fondò un nuovo partito che ebbe ancora una volta un discreto seguito… Ma nel 2008, guidando mezzo ubriaco e a fortissima velocità, Haider perse la vita in un incidente automobilistico. Aveva 58 anni…
L’unica cosa buona che fece fu quella di opporsi fermamente alla guerra americana contro l’Iraq nel 2003…
“Born and raised in Austria, he who would be Chancellor 1929 is here again…”
“Nato e cresciuto in Austra, colui che divenne Cancelliere nel 1929 è qui di nuovo…” (Attila the Stockbroker)