"we are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars" -oscar wilde
will hippies survive postmodernism?
...times are a changin'
light pollution
-bright eyes
John A. Hobson was a good man
he used to loan me books and mic stands
he even got me a subscription
to the socialist review
listening to records in his basement
old folk songs about the government
it's love of money not the market
he said "these fuckers push on you"
and freedom yells
it don't cry
whatever sells will decide
but there's no hell
when you die
so don't look so worried
he got a nightlife, lost his dayjob
pushing paper, swinging pendulums
anything to serve a function
or to occupy some time
you gotta earn this living somehow
you're good as dead without a bank account
but it's funny how alive he felt down
in that unemployment line
with all that trash at his feet
the pools of piss in the street
all of that filthy empathy
for the way we're feeling
the billboards shade
the flags they wave
the anthem was playing loud
the baseball game was lettin' out
and all at once he saw the dust
and heard every tiny sound
got in his truck and turned around
drove out through the crowd
and the cops
drove out past
that center mall
drove out past that sickening sprawl
out past that fenced in gold
and maybe he lost control
fuckin' with the radio
but i bet the stars
seemed so close
at the end
at the end
at the end
at the end
at the end
break the rules, and youre a mad-man. bend them, and youre an artist.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacifism"What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans, and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty and democracy?" -mahatma ghandi
"Being a pacifist between wars is as easy as being a vegetarian between meals." -ammon hennacy