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“It’s a fresh wind that blows against the empire.” Krishnamurti

One of my favorite songs from the 60s, and one that has proven to be chillingly prophetic, "Secret Police" by the Belfast Gypsies. I dedicate this to the Jan 6 political prisoners as they rot in the dungeons.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rf-SkxApP5c

These are the lyrics as best as I can transcribe them, sorry for any errors...

Hide the pipe (?) they're knocking down my door
My dad's behind the curtain and mom is on the floor
I owe the grocery money but I can't pay the rent
Not dying in the dungeon where my brothers have been sent
Wars with light, they never give me peace
Black gloves hide the sun it's the secret police

Sweating in the attic above the steamy streets
Hearing evil noises of the stomping feet
I say soul brother are ya keeping still
Writing this story reads back just like a will
Wars with light, no they never give me peace
Black gloves hide the sun it's the secret police

Pistols glow in sunlight shining on the walls
They're coming up the stairs
They're marching down the hall
They're coming up the stairs
They're marching down the hall
A devil's henchman needs no more proof
It's my sister in the attic my mother on the roof
Running and a scratching they can't catch me
Waaaaaaaa!

I'm crying...

Hide the pipe (?) they're knocking down my door
My dad's behind the curtain and my mom is on the floor
I owe the grocery money but I can't pay the rent
Not dying in the dungeon where my brothers have been sent
Wars with light, no they never give me peace
Black gloves hide the sun it's the secret police

I'm running and a hiding you can't catch me
Running and a hiding yes I'm running and a hiding
Yes I'm running I'm running hiding hiding hiding
Yaaaaaaaaa!
Runnin and a hiding, runnin, hiding
I'm runnin and a hiding...