(2 pm. – promoted by ek hornbeck)
America has never been this fucked up.
That bitter awareness is echoing from one end of reality to the other, it’s rumbling just under the surface of this Wonderland of the One-Percent, it can be heard in the whistling of Wall Street bankers past the graveyard of the economy, in the silence of a million foreclosed homes, in the blowing of the wind through the ragged lines of the unemployed, in the pounding of the waves of karma on the shores of capitalism, where the sandcastles of the American Dream are being swept away, where the piers of the political system are collapsing into the sea, where a long night is falling and the lights along the boardwalk of forgotten freedom are all going out.
The politicians don’t want to hear it, the talking heads don’t want to hear it, the scribblers of NewsCorp and Viacom and Time Warner don’t want to hear it, the billionaires who own them all don’t want to hear it, but they’re going to hear it anyway, they’re going to hear it at noon and they’re going to hear it at midnight, they’re going to hear it this year and next year and the year after that, because what has been sown must be reaped. All of it. Every row of every crop until the bitter harvest is over.
2 AM and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake,
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
You know what her latest mistake was, you know when she made that mistake, you know because you’ve made the same mistake, so have 100 million other Americans. They make the same mistake every election year, they believe the lies, they vote for liars and frauds and career abusers of power up and down the ballot.
So here we are.
The corporate media tells us we can’t jump the track, the CEO’s tell us we’re just cars on a cable, the politicians tell us life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table, so just trickle through it like good little grains of sand, trust us all the way down and everything will be just fine. Well we’ve seen this Excellent Adventures of the One-Percent movie before, they wrote it, they produced it, they directed it, they star in it, and everyone else ends up on the cutting room floor.
We know how it ends, we know how it always ends, but no one can find the rewind button, no one can ever find the rewind button.
Sing it if you understand . . .
We’re trapped in a two-party system tunnel to nowhere, we’re just as far in as we’ll ever be out. We’ve been wrong every election. We’ve been wrong every time. There’s no light at either end of that tunnel. It’s dark at the Obamaland end of that tunnel, it’s dark at the Romneyland end of that tunnel, and it’s dark everywhere in between.
May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss. “Just a day . . .” he sat down to the flask in his fist, “ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year.” Just a day. Just another day in the tunnel, just another demoralizing day like the one before it and the one after it, just another demeaning day for the powerless, for the soldiers of the U.S. of A. who have no choice but to obey their commanders, for working people who have no choice but to obey their bosses, for everyone except the owners of the tunnel, the job creators from Hell, the hard-working psychopaths of Endless Greed, Inc., who destroy entire economies and demand bonuses for it.
2 AM and I’m still awake,
Writing these words,
If I get them down on paper,
They’re no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life they belong to.
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd,
‘Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud,
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to.
What a concept.
Reality is screaming this warning out loud: every empire justified it’s expansion through it’s own ideological equivalent of Manifest Destiny. They expanded. They fucked everything up for everyone. And then they collapsed. The same end is waiting for America and its empire unless we get out of this two-party system tunnel.
Sing it if you understand.