We are the dead

Londres (Airstrip One, Oceânia), 1984

Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered
If you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today

We're taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by
Just reply you've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it hard, taking it hard

Yet now
We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive
But don't walk far"
For we're breaking in the new boys
Deceive your next of kin
For you're dancing
Where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
You're just an ally of the leecher
Locator for the virgin king
But I love you in your fuck-me pumps
And your nimble dress that trails

Oh dress yourself my urchin one
For I hear them on the rails
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead

One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted
All the times we had laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right

Now I'm hoping someone will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sons of our love
That someone will care, someone will care

But now
We're today's scrambled creatures
Locked in tomorrow's double feature
Heaven is on the pillow
Its silence competes with hell
It's a twenty-four hour service
Guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of pressman
Bend on gettin' hung and buried
And the legendary curtains
Are drawn round baby bankrupt
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
It's the theater of financiers
Count them fifteen round the table
White and dressed to kill

Oh caress yourself my juicy
For my hands are all but withered
Oh dress yourself my urchin one
For I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead

'Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me.'

'Our luck can't last.'
'What you do, I do. I've thought it out. I'm good at staying alive.'

'It's not so much staying alive. It's staying human that's important. What counts is we don't betray each other.'
'If you mean confessing, we're bound to do that. Everybody does. You can't help it.'
'I don't mean confessing, confessing isn't betrayal. I mean feelings. If they can make me change my feelings, they can stop me from loving you. That would be the real betrayal.'
'They can't do that. It's the one thing they can't do. They can torture you, make you say anything, but they can't make you believe it. They can't get inside you; they can't get to your heart.'

'We are the dead.'

I want you.
I love you.
Big Brother.
BB, BB, BB!
Be, be...

Composição de David Bowie, do álbum Diamond Dogs, 1974 (aqui).
Imagens e diálogos do filme Nineteen Eighty-Four, de Michael Radford, 1984.