Café Twenty-One
Lyrics
At the Café Twenty-One A chorus of leftists are singing a song 'E-he! E-he! E-he! E-he! E-he! E-he! E-he! E-he!' The apparatuses of privilege Of oppression, fear and human sacrilege Will fall before the people's Mighty voice And the ruins burn as working men rejoice...
A well-dressed policeman walks in And the leftists keep singing 'E-he! E-he! E-he! E-he!'
He brandishes a picture Of a brutally murdered young woman 'Be silent! I am Inspector Denis And catching a killer is my business What I want from someone is information I must have an identification
A chorus of women wails 'Oh no! Oh no, not Virginie? Oh no! Oh no, not Virginie! Oh no! Oh no! No!
Poor Virginie lies cold Her bones have gone to dust Discarded plaything of the Bourgeois' lust Decadence and depravity presage The final moments of the Bourgeois Age
The angry policeman claims 'She brought it on herself.' Everyone else disagrees They ridicule his predictability
Inspector Denis: 'You'll all hear more of this Just you wait Then there'll be charges Of subverting the State
Chronology
Interpretations
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Victorine
Live recordings
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October 9, 1982 | ||
October 14, 1982 | ||
October 1982 | video |