Brown is the new goth
March 20, 2011 § 1 Comment
During the winter months of Melbourne I often listen to Bauhaus, A Certain Ratio, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and other such somber tunes. I had the revelation that I could easily write my childhood into a goth song. At some point I will perform a variation of the following words with deep vocals, a bass with distortion and delay and appropriate costumery. For now it is a goth poem.
Goth poem
Grandfather knew not his name
Orphan raised in a colony’s shame
Indoctrinated with Jesus’ law
White hands drip silent gore
Father sought a better life
Better life with his good wife
God brought them across the sea
Terror Australis gave birth to me
Children taunt and children tease
With my skin I cannot please
Alone, run from the playground
With no words, no tears, no sound
School teaches ignorance
No talk of stolen innocents
Australia’s black history
To this child, unknown mystery
Heaven above, church so hollow
We offer hymns, empty echo
Jesus pale with open heart
Our father white in heaven art
Television screen, what can I see?
Where is the child dark like me?
With muppet monsters, far away
Small hope for a brighter day
Man-boy moonwalks the divide
We three dance, sister each side
Imitate, adorate, brother brown
Hear nothing brings us down
In the library, try find the words
In science fiction, other worlds
Look in, until I can look out
Fantasy within, and without
The darkness of my shadows
And the brownness of my flesh
Mark the limits of dominion
What your gaze cannot enmesh