Jericho: Is it wrong?
Is it wrong for me to want the whole fucking thing to fall apart?
So those are my dreams
And these are my eyes
Stand tall like a man
Head strong like a horse
Is it wrong that I want the end to come? That I want to watch the Rapture? That I want to witness the end times? That I want to watch The Big Man embrace his freaks and carry them to a better place - which, as I define it, is anywhere not near me?
When it's all mixed up
Better break it down
In the world of secrets
In the world of sound
It's in the way you're always hiding from the light
See for yourself you have been sitting on a time bomb
No revolution maybe someone somewhere else
Could show you something new about you and your inner song
And all the love and all the love in the world
Won't stop the rain from falling
Waste seeping underground
I want to break it down
Is it wrong that I want to watch it all burn? I want to watch the world crumble like a house of smoking, flaming cards; made of the coal, oil and all the lies we've told ourselves. I want to sit back, 40 ounce in hand, and watch the executroids gawp at their monitors as the dollar, then the yen and finally the euro become useless paper. Insignificant information in uncaring machines. When the shit hits the fan, I'll stand down by the door and catch the gray men when they dive from the fourteenth floor - or maybe I won't.
Break it down again
So those are my schemes
And these are my plans
Hot tips for the boys
Fresh news from the force
When it's all mixed up
Better break it down
In the world of silence
In the world of sound
Is it wrong that I want to watch the mushrooms sprout out of the corpses like they sprouted in the sky of every major city on the planet? I want to be there to watch the rats and roaches and the ants and the bees take back the land that we stole from them. Maybe they can do a better job than we could. They certainly couldn't do worse.
"No sleep for dreaming" say the architects of life
Big bouncing babies, bread and butter can I have a slice?
They make no mention of the beauty of decay
Blue, yellow, pink umbrella save it for a rainy day
And all the love and all the love in the world
Won't stop the rain from falling
Waste seeping underground
I want to break it down
Is it wrong that I want to watch the computers fail? I want to see the viruses win. I want to see the infrastructure crumble, the people to riot, the politicians to die. Is it so much to ask for a rebirth in mass destruction, wiping the slate clean?
Horsin' around
Pray to power
Play to the crowd with your big hit sound
And they won't simmer won't simmer, won't simmer down
Play to the crowd
Pay to the crowd
Play yeah yeah
Is it wrong that I want the soldiers to turn on their masters, to say "NO! I will not die to line your pockets!" Is it wrong that I want to see the wage slaves break out of their bondage? Low pay, no health benefits, no retirement, no houses and still we work 90 hour weeks for the robber barons with the golden parachutes. Time to shoot the chutes! FIRE!!!
It's in the way you're always hiding from the light
Fast off to heaven just like Moses on a motorbike
No revolution maybe someone somewhere else
Could show you something new to help
With the ups and downs
I want to break it down
Break it down again
Is it wrong to want a revolution? But not just a revolt. The final revolt. The revolt that ends it all and leaves nothing to revolt against ever again. A smoking crater. Is it wrong to foresee the world in flames and the flame-thrower in my hands? I wouldn't fiddle and I wouldn't kibitz. Right in the middle, pumping fossil fuels on the flames.
Break it down again
No more sleepy dreaming
No more building up
It is time to dissolve
Break it down it again
No more sleepy dreaming
Is it wrong that I want it all to go away? Is it wrong I want change on an epic, even biblical scale?
Is it?
(Apologies to Tears for Fears, Steely Dan, Pink Floyd and my mother.)
And these are my eyes
Stand tall like a man
Head strong like a horse
Is it wrong that I want the end to come? That I want to watch the Rapture? That I want to witness the end times? That I want to watch The Big Man embrace his freaks and carry them to a better place - which, as I define it, is anywhere not near me?
Better break it down
In the world of secrets
In the world of sound
It's in the way you're always hiding from the light
See for yourself you have been sitting on a time bomb
No revolution maybe someone somewhere else
Could show you something new about you and your inner song
And all the love and all the love in the world
Won't stop the rain from falling
Waste seeping underground
I want to break it down
Is it wrong that I want to watch it all burn? I want to watch the world crumble like a house of smoking, flaming cards; made of the coal, oil and all the lies we've told ourselves. I want to sit back, 40 ounce in hand, and watch the executroids gawp at their monitors as the dollar, then the yen and finally the euro become useless paper. Insignificant information in uncaring machines. When the shit hits the fan, I'll stand down by the door and catch the gray men when they dive from the fourteenth floor - or maybe I won't.
So those are my schemes
And these are my plans
Hot tips for the boys
Fresh news from the force
When it's all mixed up
Better break it down
In the world of silence
In the world of sound
Is it wrong that I want to watch the mushrooms sprout out of the corpses like they sprouted in the sky of every major city on the planet? I want to be there to watch the rats and roaches and the ants and the bees take back the land that we stole from them. Maybe they can do a better job than we could. They certainly couldn't do worse.
Big bouncing babies, bread and butter can I have a slice?
They make no mention of the beauty of decay
Blue, yellow, pink umbrella save it for a rainy day
And all the love and all the love in the world
Won't stop the rain from falling
Waste seeping underground
I want to break it down
Is it wrong that I want to watch the computers fail? I want to see the viruses win. I want to see the infrastructure crumble, the people to riot, the politicians to die. Is it so much to ask for a rebirth in mass destruction, wiping the slate clean?
Pray to power
Play to the crowd with your big hit sound
And they won't simmer won't simmer, won't simmer down
Play to the crowd
Pay to the crowd
Play yeah yeah
Is it wrong that I want the soldiers to turn on their masters, to say "NO! I will not die to line your pockets!" Is it wrong that I want to see the wage slaves break out of their bondage? Low pay, no health benefits, no retirement, no houses and still we work 90 hour weeks for the robber barons with the golden parachutes. Time to shoot the chutes! FIRE!!!
Fast off to heaven just like Moses on a motorbike
No revolution maybe someone somewhere else
Could show you something new to help
With the ups and downs
I want to break it down
Break it down again
Is it wrong to want a revolution? But not just a revolt. The final revolt. The revolt that ends it all and leaves nothing to revolt against ever again. A smoking crater. Is it wrong to foresee the world in flames and the flame-thrower in my hands? I wouldn't fiddle and I wouldn't kibitz. Right in the middle, pumping fossil fuels on the flames.
No more sleepy dreaming
No more building up
It is time to dissolve
Break it down it again
No more sleepy dreaming
Is it wrong that I want it all to go away? Is it wrong I want change on an epic, even biblical scale?
Is it?
(Apologies to Tears for Fears, Steely Dan, Pink Floyd and my mother.)
posted by Jericho Brown at 10/06/2008 10:18:00 PM
13 Comments:
Great! Thanks to you I have associated with a domestic terrorist. Now I'll never be President.
No, dude, I want to see the WHOLE system burn. That's the whole planet. That makes me an international terrorist - or a lobbyist for Exxon.
The Bush Clan hob-nobs with international terrorists all the time and in many circles the Bush Mafia is considered an international terrorism group. In fact, you should cuddle up to me! I'll make you president!
That's what the country needs. We've tried incompetent Presidents and it hasn't worked. The time has come to elect a President who is mentally ill. With everybody stressing out about the economy, basket cases will soon be the majority.
Jeez, you meant you!
I couldn't for the life of me figure out why you thought we should elect McCain!
Having a doofus figurehead in office is one thing. Having Grampy InSane in office is quite another thing!
Insane != senile.
Heh? Heh?
Does the expression "!=" mean "does not equal"? This is the second time you have used it and I thought the first was a typo.
Yes. "!=" == "not equal"
Grampy InSane is likely senile. However, senility cannot be blamed for his choice in running mate.
No, that can be blamed on his failure to connect with the Republican Base, which is apparently comprised of pitbulls and former beauty queen who hate moose.
I realize McCain is not the most qualified Republican for the job. But, he's there. Was Palin the only one who would run with him at that point? No matter how far off the edge McCain has gone, I can't imagine him saying "Bring me a dame with great gams and no brains! That'll win'em over!"
Or ... he really is insane!
He had to get someone who spoke fundie to shore up the religious wingnuts.
He wanted someone young, to appeal to younger voters (She is actually at the high end of Gen X).
He wanted someone with a vagina thinking that Hillary voters really wanted a female dongle in the Whitehouse, regardless of to whom it was attached.
Nutty.
Lucid.
Nutty.
==
INSANE! ;)
McCain in the membrane.
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