Pamphleteer Lyrics

Pamphleteer lyrics

I'm standing on this corner. Can't get their attention. Facing

rush hour faces turned around. I clutch my stack of paper,

press one to a chest, then watch it swoop and stutter to the

ground. I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,

and waiting for a winter to be done. Why do I still see you in

every mirrored window, in all that I could never overcome?

How I don't know what I should do with my hands when I talk

to you. How you don't know where you should look, so you

look at my hands. How movements rise and then dissolve,

melted by our shallow breath. How causes dance away from

me. I am your pamphleteer. I walk this room in time to the

beat of the Gestetner, contemplate my next communique.

The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you. Of

saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay." Sing "Oh what

force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of

one*" like me remembering the way it could have been. Help

me with this barricade. No surrender. No defeat. A spectre's

haunting Albert Street. I am your pamphleteer. 



* Ralph Chaplin, Solidarity Forever, 1916