Ever since the death of Lady Diana, tabloid newspapers have used her picture on the front page to attract readers. The thin stories they are attached to are mostly about conspiracy theories over her death, particularly Dodi Fayed's father's claim that she was deliberately killed, amongst other reasons to stop her marrying an Egyptian Moslem.
Come alive Diana, I don't have time, to dig a grave, but I know, it's the only option left to me now summer has sucked the stone, and burst your tyres.
An unwillingness to accept her death.
On the shore you found him, warped and wild were his eyes, and they shook and they quivered in their sockets like a bullet they ricocheted between your thighs.
After the bloodless charade of the marriage to Charles, Dodi woke her physical passion.
Her phantom head! Is thinking for all mankind I saw her portrait in the Mail
All you now see of Diana is her portrait on newspaper posters, a phantom head
Her phantom head was directing the holiest of hunts
The hunt for her supposed killers, holy from its crusading nature
I made mistakes! I lost an author, ooh, and then I lost a daughter's awe
Reported friction between Diana and her biographer, and with her father
Line the streets Diana, with armoured cars,
Contrasting people on the streets for her funeral and to protest
oh column inch, timeless inch - can you inch another centimetre closer to hearts and minds?
You'll win them yet.
Newspapers exploiting her memory, as if feelings for someone now long dead could somehow grow.
They're ringing and ringing the Liberty Bell
Always talking about freedom to disract us from their control
and I can feel the heat, I can hear the heat, rising for
That Aryan Aryan Aryan knell
A white establishment using Diana populism to fuel a fascist resurgence, making the death of Dodi irrelevant or even desirable
[And her phantom head,] is rolling around some yard, while simultaneously wired
We view the world through her eyes, like a victim of the guillotine, seeing the ugly truth only in the last moments of life.
A wonderful song, dealing with the perversity of the media and the use of iconic characters to manipulate public emotions. At this late stage, as the song suggests, 'the only option left' is to 'dig a grave' and let her memory rest in peace. But 'I don't have time'... so Diana must 'come alive', or rather stay 'alive' as a phantom.
Ever since the death of Lady Diana, tabloid newspapers have used her picture on the front page to attract readers. The thin stories they are attached to are mostly about conspiracy theories over her death, particularly Dodi Fayed's father's claim that she was deliberately killed, amongst other reasons to stop her marrying an Egyptian Moslem.
Come alive Diana, I don't have time, to dig a grave, but I know, it's the only option left to me now summer has sucked the stone, and burst your tyres.
An unwillingness to accept her death.
On the shore you found him, warped and wild were his eyes, and they shook and they quivered in their sockets like a bullet they ricocheted between your thighs.
After the bloodless charade of the marriage to Charles, Dodi woke her physical passion.
Her phantom head! Is thinking for all mankind I saw her portrait in the Mail
All you now see of Diana is her portrait on newspaper posters, a phantom head
Her phantom head was directing the holiest of hunts
The hunt for her supposed killers, holy from its crusading nature
I made mistakes! I lost an author, ooh, and then I lost a daughter's awe
Reported friction between Diana and her biographer, and with her father
Line the streets Diana, with armoured cars,
Contrasting people on the streets for her funeral and to protest
oh column inch, timeless inch - can you inch another centimetre closer to hearts and minds? You'll win them yet.
Newspapers exploiting her memory, as if feelings for someone now long dead could somehow grow.
They're ringing and ringing the Liberty Bell
Always talking about freedom to disract us from their control
and I can feel the heat, I can hear the heat, rising for That Aryan Aryan Aryan knell
A white establishment using Diana populism to fuel a fascist resurgence, making the death of Dodi irrelevant or even desirable
[And her phantom head,] is rolling around some yard, while simultaneously wired
We view the world through her eyes, like a victim of the guillotine, seeing the ugly truth only in the last moments of life.
A wonderful song, dealing with the perversity of the media and the use of iconic characters to manipulate public emotions. At this late stage, as the song suggests, 'the only option left' is to 'dig a grave' and let her memory rest in peace. But 'I don't have time'... so Diana must 'come alive', or rather stay 'alive' as a phantom.