(Pre/post)punkklassieker du jour: Poison Girls – Persons Unknown

Een oproep van Poison Girls aan alle mensen van goede wil om hun angst van zich af te schudden  en hun stem te laten horen. Actueler dan ooit, nu de schaduwen in Europa weer langer worden.

Poison Girls was een van de meest originele punkbands ooit, wat met name te danken was aan Vi Subversa, destijds ruim 40 jaar oud en de trotse moeder van 2 zonen die zelf ook faam zouden verwerven in de punkscene. Persons Unknown was de flipside van Bloody Revolutions, Crass’ roemruchte/beruchte aanval op de SWP.  Het was een benefietsingle, bedoeld om geld bijeen te brengen voor het Wapping Autonomy Centre. Dat lukte, maar met de punkbands kwamen ook de punks: “….in the first week they had ripped up every single piece of furniture carefully bought, planned and fitted, down to the lavatory fittings that had been installed by Ronan from scratch, and defaced our own and everyone else’s wall for blocks around. In the excitement of the first gigs where they could do as they liked, they did as they liked and wrecked the place. Loss of club, loss of money, loss of effort. End of story.”

Persons Unknown

This is a message to persons unknown

Persons in hiding. Persons unknown

Survival in silence

Isn’t good enough no more

Keeping your mouth shut head in the sand

Terrorists and saboteurs

Each and every one of us

Hiding in shadows persons unknown

Hey there Mr. Average

You don’t exist you never did

Hiding in shadows persons unknown

Habits of hiding

Soon will be the death of us

Dying in secret from poisons unknown

This is a message to persons unknown

Strangers and passers-by

Persons unknown

Turning a blind eye

Hope to go unrecognized

Keeping your secrets persons unknown

Housewives and prostitutes

Plumbers in boiler suits

Truants in coffee bars

Who think you’re alone

Big men on building sites

Sick men in dressing gowns

Agents in motor cars

Who never go home

Women in factories

One parent families

Women in purdah

Persons unknown

Wild girls and criminals

Rotting in prison cells

Patients in corridors

Persons unknown

Statistics on balance sheets

Numbered and rubberstamped

Blind and invisible

You’re lost in your homes

Liggers and layabouts

Lovers on roundabouts

Wake up in the morning

Persons unknown

Accountants in nylon shirts

Feminists in floral skirts

Nurses for when it hurts

Persons unknown

Astronauts and celibates

Deejays and hypocrites

Liars and lunatics

Persons unknown

Hopefuls on football pools

Teachers in empty schools

Kids into heroin not yet full grown

Typists and usherettes

Black men who can’t forget

The lonely who long for

Persons unknown

Closet idealists

Baldheaded realists

Rastas and bikers

The voice on the phone

Pimps and economists

Royalty and communists

Rioters and pacifists

Persons unknown

Visionaries with coloured hair

Leather boys who just don’t care

Garter girls with time to spare

Persons unknown

Judges with prejudice

Dissidents and anarchists

Policemen deal dirty tricks

To persons unknown

Strikers and pickets

Collectors of tickets

Radical architects

The queen on her throne

Soldiers in uniform

Sailors and stevedores

Beggars and bankers

Perjurers and men of law

Persons unknown

Football crowd hooligans

Bunking off school again

Workers down tools again

United’s at home

Smokers with heart disease

Cleaners of lavatories

The old with their memories

Persons unknown

Flesh and blood are who we are

Flesh and blood are what we are

Flesh and blood are who we are

Our cover is blown…