Now we’re up to No Flag from the album Hey Clockface that I’m always recommending. It feels like a modern opera of our very troubled times. The album opens with a Scheherazade vibe and then it explodes into No Flag. No Flag is also awesomely available in French by the impressively francophone Iggy Pop. There’s even another really worthwhile version of No Flag “parlé” featuring Tshegue.
In the part of the album Hey Clockface where No Flag is placed, I feel it’s setting the scene of the grim milieu evocative of the work 1984 that’s been forced on us through an organized international system of enforced false narratives and mind control.
"No Flag"
I got no religion, I got no philosophy
Got a head full of ideas and words that don't seem to belong to me
You may be jokin' but I don't get the gag
I sense no future but time seems to drag
No time for this kind of love
No flag wavin' high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give
I got no illusions, I've had no epiphany
Why should anybody listen to me?
She said, "I'm tearin' up the sheets that your love letters stained
All of your magic powers have drained"
No time for this kind of love
No flag wavin' high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give
Here's a line in the sand, a word or two in the aftermath
I'm an arrow that shoots up and down on an advertising graph
I could write you verses and recite more than one
But they're not worth the paper that they're written on
No time for this kind of love
No flag wavin' high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give
We want everythin' and we don't wanna share
Outer space for the faces we fear
Look in the mirror and see who I used to be
Made out of plastic in a factory
No flag
No flag