Mr, gone
05-27-2008, 01:55 AM
"Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone. So I play and I sing and I just let it ring all day when I'm at home. A de facto choice of macro or microcosmic meloncholy. But baby, anyway you slice it I"m thinking I could just as soon use the time alone.
Yeah the goons have gone global and the CEO's are shreeding files. And the Democanes and republicrats are flashing their toothy smiles. And Uncle Tom is posting for a photo op with the oval office clan. While Uncle Sam is rigging cock fights in the promise land. And that knife that you stuck in my back is still there. It pinches a little when I sigh and moan. And these days I'm thinking I could just as soon use the time alone.
Yeah cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion, and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks a queastion. I mean causation by definition is such complex copulation of factors, that even try to say why is to oversimplify. But that's a far cry isn't it dear, from acting like your the only one there, unrepentantely self centered and unfair.
Enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop, exit Mr. eye contact who took his flirt and flew the coop. But whatever, no matter, no fishing trips, no fishing, cause mamas' officially out of commission. And did I mention in there, did I mention somewhere in there, that I traded Babe Ruth! Yes I traded the only player that was bigger than the game. I can't even tell you why cause you'd think I'm insane. And that's the truth...
And the music industry is pimping girl power, sniping off sharp shooters from their Styrofoam towers. And Hip Hop is tied up in the back room with a logo stuffed in it's mouth. Because the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house. But I'm getting away from myself as I get closer and closer to home. And the difference between you and me baby, is I get fucked up when I'm alone.
And I must admit to my, my inner pessimist seems to have got the best of me. We start out sugared up on Kool-Aid and manifest destiny. And we memorize all the presidents names like little trained monkeys. And we're spitting to the world so many spiny eyed TV junkies. Incapable of unraveling the Military Industrial mystery. Preemptively pacified with history book history. And Iv'e been around the world now uh, and I can see this about America. The mind control is steep here man. The myopia is deep here...
And behold those who try to expose the reality, who really, really try to realize Democracy. Are Shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets. While the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet behind a wall, behind a mote. And that is all, that's all, all, all she wrote isn't it.
Yes, and my heart beats an S.O.S, oh, oh,oh an S.O.S, because folks just really couldn't care hare, care less, less less, less as long as everyday is superbowl Sunday. And laarger than life women in lingerie are pouting from every bust stop 'she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not'.
And the Government should not stand between a man and his money. I mean, what's good for business is good for the country. Our children still take that lie like communion. the same line the confederacy used on the union. Conjugate liberty and the libertarian, and medicated, associated, with deregulation, privatization. We won't even know were slaves on a Corporate plantation. Somebody say Hallelujah, somebody say damnation, cause the profit system follows the path of least resitance. And the path of least resitance is what makes the river crooked, makes it serpentine. Capitalism is the Devil, is the Devil's wet dream.
So, just give me my Judy Garland drugs and let me get back to work. Cause the empire state building is the tallest building in New York. And I always got the feeling you just like to hear it 'fall' off your tongue. But I remember my name in your mouth... And I don't think I was done, hearing it close to my ear on a whispers way to moan. But Pavlov hits me with more bad news when I answer the phone. So I play and I sing and I just let it ring, all day when I'm at home.
A de facto choice of macro or microcosmic meloncholy. Baby anyway you slice it I'm thinking I could just soon use the time alone".
Written and performed Ani Difranco (born and raised in New York)...
Yeah the goons have gone global and the CEO's are shreeding files. And the Democanes and republicrats are flashing their toothy smiles. And Uncle Tom is posting for a photo op with the oval office clan. While Uncle Sam is rigging cock fights in the promise land. And that knife that you stuck in my back is still there. It pinches a little when I sigh and moan. And these days I'm thinking I could just as soon use the time alone.
Yeah cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion, and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks a queastion. I mean causation by definition is such complex copulation of factors, that even try to say why is to oversimplify. But that's a far cry isn't it dear, from acting like your the only one there, unrepentantely self centered and unfair.
Enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop, exit Mr. eye contact who took his flirt and flew the coop. But whatever, no matter, no fishing trips, no fishing, cause mamas' officially out of commission. And did I mention in there, did I mention somewhere in there, that I traded Babe Ruth! Yes I traded the only player that was bigger than the game. I can't even tell you why cause you'd think I'm insane. And that's the truth...
And the music industry is pimping girl power, sniping off sharp shooters from their Styrofoam towers. And Hip Hop is tied up in the back room with a logo stuffed in it's mouth. Because the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house. But I'm getting away from myself as I get closer and closer to home. And the difference between you and me baby, is I get fucked up when I'm alone.
And I must admit to my, my inner pessimist seems to have got the best of me. We start out sugared up on Kool-Aid and manifest destiny. And we memorize all the presidents names like little trained monkeys. And we're spitting to the world so many spiny eyed TV junkies. Incapable of unraveling the Military Industrial mystery. Preemptively pacified with history book history. And Iv'e been around the world now uh, and I can see this about America. The mind control is steep here man. The myopia is deep here...
And behold those who try to expose the reality, who really, really try to realize Democracy. Are Shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets. While the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet behind a wall, behind a mote. And that is all, that's all, all, all she wrote isn't it.
Yes, and my heart beats an S.O.S, oh, oh,oh an S.O.S, because folks just really couldn't care hare, care less, less less, less as long as everyday is superbowl Sunday. And laarger than life women in lingerie are pouting from every bust stop 'she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not'.
And the Government should not stand between a man and his money. I mean, what's good for business is good for the country. Our children still take that lie like communion. the same line the confederacy used on the union. Conjugate liberty and the libertarian, and medicated, associated, with deregulation, privatization. We won't even know were slaves on a Corporate plantation. Somebody say Hallelujah, somebody say damnation, cause the profit system follows the path of least resitance. And the path of least resitance is what makes the river crooked, makes it serpentine. Capitalism is the Devil, is the Devil's wet dream.
So, just give me my Judy Garland drugs and let me get back to work. Cause the empire state building is the tallest building in New York. And I always got the feeling you just like to hear it 'fall' off your tongue. But I remember my name in your mouth... And I don't think I was done, hearing it close to my ear on a whispers way to moan. But Pavlov hits me with more bad news when I answer the phone. So I play and I sing and I just let it ring, all day when I'm at home.
A de facto choice of macro or microcosmic meloncholy. Baby anyway you slice it I'm thinking I could just soon use the time alone".
Written and performed Ani Difranco (born and raised in New York)...