Complaint of the Breton Workers of the XIIIth Arrondissement
Paris is always foggy, oh! my buoys!
It is the fault of the State.
Industry remains unchecked, oh! my buoys!
With the result that we cannot breathe.
Ones pumps air to us all day, oh! my buoys!
It is the fault of the State.
So many medicines reimbursed, oh! my buoys!
Do not sure us.
Our misery is programmed, oh! my buoys!
It is the fault of the State.
We must sell our time as salaried workers, oh! my buoys!
Upon us one can step.
In the hachloums we are parked, oh! my buoys!
It is the fault of the State.
And Brittany is devastated, oh! my buoys!
You would not even know it.
And our loves are forgotten, oh! my buoys!
It is the fault of the State.
One tells us that it is necessary to consume, oh! my buoys!
One considers us not.
About nothing true one can vote, oh! my buoys!
It is the fault of the State.
No one listens to our will, oh! my buoys!
Nor to what we don't want.
We are heckled and unionized, oh! my buoys!
It is the fault of the State.
Workers councils are necessary, oh! my buoys!
All the rest does not serve us.
(Attached to a letter to Jacques Le Glou, dated 9 August 1974. Published in Guy Debord Correspondance, Vol 5: Janvier 1973-Decembre 1978 by Librairie Artheme Fayard, 2005. Translated from the French by NOT BORED! March 2007.)
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