Welcome to the war on YOU
See the fire
All conspire
To bring you down
Your legions, your strongholds, your nation too
Escape if you dare the slavery of debt
Slip into something more comfortable
Chains on your mind
Every hour of the day
The prospering vile
The drones single file
Embezzle your time
Spies, informants at every turn
It’s at your door, it’s on the phone, it’s in the mail
The President is a traitor, too
It’s the War on Everything—it’s the War on YOU
Drumming into your brain
No one can explain
It came from within
It’s on the head of a pin
No angels here
This is the War on YOU
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Aptly Titled
The Bush Era:
War for profit
Prophets for sale
Sales for stockholders
Stockholders for jail
Jails for terrorists
Terrorists for schools
Schools for shooting
Shootings for Americans
Americans for Paris
Imbeds, implants
Bored, beheaded
Working hard,
Doing hard work
Every page
Disaster
Someday good toilet reading.
(Epigraph: If it looks like a toilet, it is a toilet.)
War for profit
Prophets for sale
Sales for stockholders
Stockholders for jail
Jails for terrorists
Terrorists for schools
Schools for shooting
Shootings for Americans
Americans for Paris
Imbeds, implants
Bored, beheaded
Working hard,
Doing hard work
Every page
Disaster
Someday good toilet reading.
(Epigraph: If it looks like a toilet, it is a toilet.)
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Whir
Flash! Boom! Whir!
This is our generation
What we were
A raging conflagration
Down in flames
The motherboards and the pistons
Up in arms
Does anyone ever listen
Fading out
A star that has burned to its photons
Flash! Boom! Whir!
Not much left here to go on
This is our generation
What we were
A raging conflagration
Down in flames
The motherboards and the pistons
Up in arms
Does anyone ever listen
Fading out
A star that has burned to its photons
Flash! Boom! Whir!
Not much left here to go on
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Don't Assassinate Me
This mountain can be moved
In my visions, in my brain
This mountain can be moved
In this lifetime, on this plane
This bridge can be constructed
From your continent to mine
This bridge can be constructed
Over land and over time
These breaches can be mended
With diplomacy and love
These breaches can be mended
With the power from above
This ending can be edited
When history is new
This ending can be edited
When you believe in you
This kingdom can be sanctified
And you can hail this king
But not until this hatred
Is excised from everything
In my visions, in my brain
This mountain can be moved
In this lifetime, on this plane
This bridge can be constructed
From your continent to mine
This bridge can be constructed
Over land and over time
These breaches can be mended
With diplomacy and love
These breaches can be mended
With the power from above
This ending can be edited
When history is new
This ending can be edited
When you believe in you
This kingdom can be sanctified
And you can hail this king
But not until this hatred
Is excised from everything
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Back to Me
Deep in reverie tonight, this song lyric came to me, about getting back to the simple life....
I’m looking through the clouds and the fog and the smoke
Looking for anyone who might offer hope
Because I want to get back
Back to me
I hear the train whistling over far flung hills
I’ve been meditating and taking every pill
Because I want to get back
Back to me
The sounds of the rivers and the loves of my youth
The echo of something a little more like truth
They’re all coming back
Back to me
Back to me
Where the flowers blossom and the green grass grows
Back to me
Where I escape into the sunset and no one ever knows
Back to me
Somehow I’ve got to make it
Back to me
I’ve been waiting on the women so far from home
They tantalize my body but they isolate my soul
Now I want to get back
Back to me
Too long on the prairie where the wild dogs run
Too long with the shysters and the ladies and the guns
Now I want to get back
Back to me
I know the light is fading but I do believe there’s time
I see the looming mountain but I’m willing now to climb
Because I want to get back
Back to me
Back to me
Where the flowers blossom and the green grass grows
Back to me
Where I escape into the sunset and no one ever knows
Back to me
Somehow I’ve got to make it
Back to me
I’m looking through the clouds and the fog and the smoke
Looking for anyone who might offer hope
Because I want to get back
Back to me
I hear the train whistling over far flung hills
I’ve been meditating and taking every pill
Because I want to get back
Back to me
The sounds of the rivers and the loves of my youth
The echo of something a little more like truth
They’re all coming back
Back to me
Back to me
Where the flowers blossom and the green grass grows
Back to me
Where I escape into the sunset and no one ever knows
Back to me
Somehow I’ve got to make it
Back to me
I’ve been waiting on the women so far from home
They tantalize my body but they isolate my soul
Now I want to get back
Back to me
Too long on the prairie where the wild dogs run
Too long with the shysters and the ladies and the guns
Now I want to get back
Back to me
I know the light is fading but I do believe there’s time
I see the looming mountain but I’m willing now to climb
Because I want to get back
Back to me
Back to me
Where the flowers blossom and the green grass grows
Back to me
Where I escape into the sunset and no one ever knows
Back to me
Somehow I’ve got to make it
Back to me
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