\nOkay, vi lukker den lille parade af sange om 9-11 med en fra selve New York City, af den fam\u00f8se electro-duo Suicide. Til et steady walking-beat ikl\u00e6dt sm\u00e5 hissende, diskante keyboardfigurer messer Alan Vega, Suicide’s stemme, nedenst\u00e5ende tekst ud over 5 minutters lettere bed\u00f8vet fortvivlelse. Som musik kan viderebringe stemning, er denne sang med sit krybende m\u00f8rke noget af et pletskud. Den h\u00f8res p\u00e5 American Supreme, Suicide’s seneste album fra 2002, der i\u00f8vrigt tr\u00e6kker et usagt men tungt 9-11-sl\u00e6bespor fra start til slut – file under feel no good. Beretningens “pyrodome” er i\u00f8vrigt et ret ubekvemt ord, nej?<\/p>\n
MISERY TRAIN<\/p>\n
Train, train
\nTrain, train
\nMisery train
\nMisery train
\nDestiny’s train
\nDestiny’s train
\nGrey train, grey train
\nSoul to the sky
\nSoul to the sky
\nI buried my brother today
\nToday, today
\nForever, today<\/p>\n
Rain, rain
\nRain, rain
\nRain, rain
\nGrey rain
\nGrey rain
\nHomes
\nHomes
\nPyrodomes
\nPyrodomes
\nI buried my brother today
\nToday, today, today
\nForever, today<\/p>\n
On the phone screams
\nIt’s time, it’s time, it’s time
\nGrey rain
\nDamn rain
\nDamn train
\nDamn train
\nGrey sky
\nGrey rain
\nDamn rain
\nHappy on the sky
\nDearest brother
\nDearest brother
\nFly, fly
\nFly, fly
\nEnjoy your destiny
\nYour destiny<\/p>\n
Train, train
\nTrain, train
\nTrain, train…<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Vega, Rev<\/p>\n