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Fear of Bodily Fluids
Photographs in Empty Houses Photographs in Empty Houses
One of 9 original songs, 1 instrumental piece, 2 covers and 2 theatre songs on my first musical cabaret album.
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Des de Moor
voices, acoustic guitar, keyboards and programming
Anita Visser
backing voice

This was one of the few songs on Photographs written in 1991-92 with the album at least partly in mind. It began as an experimental instrumental in 5/4 that later acquired lyrics about Aids: for once the dreamy electronic arrangement is used for its own sake and works well.
Is it a plague from God? A clean-up squad?
A blessing in disguise
That's sent to cost them dear that fail to fear
What lurks behind the flies?
Or a blooming of rediscovered intimacy
Around the candles on sad parades?
There must be more than fate in words that state
Another's died of...

Now the body is a temple
That we cannot move within.
We close our eyes, can't visualise
The whitened skull beneath the skin
For if we do, a sperm's eye view
Reveals the filth the flesh conceals:
Amongst the bile and blood and chyle
The fearful incubus congeals.

Now the body is a mystery
That we should not penetrate.
If we defile this sacred isle
Or dare to swim that narrow strait
We'll be sucked down, in blood we'll drown,
The protein strands will snag our hands
And alien tongues invade our lungs
As oozing sores spread from our pores.

Or what should we surmise
When somebody dies?
There's just not much to say.
Some strands of RNA
And the fluids of a different body.

Are we so weak with pain
That we can only stand and gape?
The human race, that reached for space
And forced the world into its shape,
Is foreordained to rest enchained,
To hunch in fear below the sky.
Or is this greed that sneers at need
And laughs, and leaves you here to die?

Or what should we surmise
When somebody dies?
A love of yesterday,
Some strands of RNA
And the fluids of a different body.

So what should we surmise
When somebody dies?
There's nothing left to say...

Semen, sweat and tears
Wash ashore as fears.

Written: Deptford, London, January 1992



 Words
Des de Moor


 Music
Des de Moor


© Copyright Des de Moor 1992

From the album Photographs in Empty Houses (see left).

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A Million Stars
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L'Ivrogne (Jacques Brel; François Rauber/Gérard Jouannest)
The Same Old Game
Under the Needle
Old Anne's Song (Christopher Logue, adapted from Bertolt Brecht; Des de Moor)
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I saw the sun (August Strindberg translated by Jonas Finlay; Des de Moor)
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