Five Iron Frezy
"Anchors Away"
An idea dies, in the same slight way, that we lose track of the facts. Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks. And now the freedom of the press, has turned to freedom to impress. Perfect hair, sells product well, like suffocating, sickly smells, the make-up smears, like false pastels, like glossy, sugarcoated, shells.
Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight. They're buying you with fear and lies. Turn it off until it's right, that's the news, that's all, goodnight.
The advertising dollars buy, the right to stifle antonyms, to sterilize the truth with fiction, so we can sing their corporate hymns. And all of us were cowed and bought it, hardly anybody got it. While mergers made their spires grow taller what they let you know grew smaller. And we were scared, or too bemused, and so we still turned on the news.
Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight. They're buying you with fear and lies. Turn it off until it's right, that's the news, that's all, goodnight.
Are you afraid yet? They want you to be. It will keep you coming back. You are a loyal customer. Are you afraid yet? You should be.
"Giants"
When no one looks the clouds come rolling in,
And under darkened skies the buildings grow big teeth and eyes.
They breathe and walk through unending doors,
Eating restaurants, and barber shops, and hardware stores.
With catch phrases and jingles stealing
Steel and concrete lies:
The corridors of Babylon are craning for the skies.
Who's behind the curtain anyway,
Who pulls the levers and tells the lies?
Giants roam the land today,
Gaining dominance with every stride.
Oh don't you cry for the mom and pops,
Nothing but dry eyes for integrity's demise.
Hulking machines grind as whistles blow,
Corporate Darwinism crushes everything below.
Advances in effeciency increasing productivity,
Are narrowing the margin for liberty.
Who's behind the curtain anyway,
Who pulls the levers and tells the lies?
Giants roam the land today,
Gaining dominance with every stride.
"This house is haunted by the ghost of Adam Smith,
The wealth of nations and the further death on innocence
To rule the world, the desire of every man
The earth is shaking, There are giants in the land."
See the blood red sun is rising,
On the broken carnage of the darkest days.
Giants locked together arm in arm,
Pushing all the meek out of the way.
Who's behind the curtain anyway,
Who pulls the levers and tells the lies?
Giants roam the land today,
Gaining dominance with every stride.
An idea dies, in the same slight way, that we lose track of the facts. Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks. And now the freedom of the press, has turned to freedom to impress. Perfect hair, sells product well, like suffocating, sickly smells, the make-up smears, like false pastels, like glossy, sugarcoated, shells.
Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight. They're buying you with fear and lies. Turn it off until it's right, that's the news, that's all, goodnight.
The advertising dollars buy, the right to stifle antonyms, to sterilize the truth with fiction, so we can sing their corporate hymns. And all of us were cowed and bought it, hardly anybody got it. While mergers made their spires grow taller what they let you know grew smaller. And we were scared, or too bemused, and so we still turned on the news.
Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight. They're buying you with fear and lies. Turn it off until it's right, that's the news, that's all, goodnight.
Are you afraid yet? They want you to be. It will keep you coming back. You are a loyal customer. Are you afraid yet? You should be.
"Giants"
When no one looks the clouds come rolling in,
And under darkened skies the buildings grow big teeth and eyes.
They breathe and walk through unending doors,
Eating restaurants, and barber shops, and hardware stores.
With catch phrases and jingles stealing
Steel and concrete lies:
The corridors of Babylon are craning for the skies.
Who's behind the curtain anyway,
Who pulls the levers and tells the lies?
Giants roam the land today,
Gaining dominance with every stride.
Oh don't you cry for the mom and pops,
Nothing but dry eyes for integrity's demise.
Hulking machines grind as whistles blow,
Corporate Darwinism crushes everything below.
Advances in effeciency increasing productivity,
Are narrowing the margin for liberty.
Who's behind the curtain anyway,
Who pulls the levers and tells the lies?
Giants roam the land today,
Gaining dominance with every stride.
"This house is haunted by the ghost of Adam Smith,
The wealth of nations and the further death on innocence
To rule the world, the desire of every man
The earth is shaking, There are giants in the land."
See the blood red sun is rising,
On the broken carnage of the darkest days.
Giants locked together arm in arm,
Pushing all the meek out of the way.
Who's behind the curtain anyway,
Who pulls the levers and tells the lies?
Giants roam the land today,
Gaining dominance with every stride.