`The Housefly Called God T-shirt was inspired by a lyric I wrote back 2015 called Steve McQueen. I was very happy with these words, but like many lyrics I write they never found a home as a formal song. In the end, I read them as a poem, and placed them on top of a lovely synth piece by Warren and used it as the introduction to my ‘Conversations With’ events.
Steve McQueen Here I am, the moonlight man
With my six-shooter, I’m Steve McQueen
Call me a cab! I’m that kind of guy!
I have a dream
Sometimes I get the elevator
To the top of Burj Al Arab
And shoot my guns across Dubai
Bang! Bang! Bang! I’m that kind of guy
But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter
Curl up inside my typewriter
And wish that I could die
Your legs are so long they should come
With their own elevator
Don’t worry, darling
I’ll be coming around to see you later
Because between you and me
And my best friend the housefly
I’m Steve McQueen with a big, beautiful dream
I am God
I am God, thinking about God
Thinking about Steve McQueen
It’s for me the sirens and sylphs
Do their twilight pining
On Saturday night I walk
On someone else’s stomach lining
Up and down the street. Call me a cab!
I’m a housefly called God. I don’t give a fuckHere I come, up the elevator, sixty floors
Hoping I don’t get stuck
And everyone out here does mean
And everyone out here does pain
But someone’s got to sing the stars
And someone’s got to sing the rain
I’m the atomizer, I’m the vaporizer
I turn everything to crud
I like it here in your flesh and blood
I’m the elevator man, don’t you see
You’re a spider-lashed, long-legged
Lovely young thing. Call me a cab!
I’ll drive to the top of Burj Al Arab
And fire my guns across your stomach
Because someone’s got to sing the stars
And someone’s got to sing the rain
And someone’s got to sing the blood
And someone’s got to sing the pain
Watch out you fuckers! I’ve got my six-shooter
And my housefly on a lead
I’m Burj Al McQueen and I’m coming
To make every last one of you bleed!
God is great! Chances are
God is good! Well, I wouldn’t go that far
I’m Steve McQueen, the atrocity man
With my strap-on blood-bomb dream
But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter
With my housefly and cry
I tell my housefly not to cry
My housefly tells me not to die
Because someone’s got to sing the stars
And someone’s got to sing the rain
And someone’s got to sing the blood
And someone’s got to sing the pain
Someone’s got to sing the stars
And someone’s got to sing the rain
Yeah, that’s me, riding my housefly up
And down my dream
By Nick Cave´
