Friday, July 18, 2003
(1:45 AM) | Anonymous:
Entirely Unoriginal
I am completely unoriginal, yet want to post something in order for Adam to feel no pangs of conscience over continuing to post away, so I figured I'd share some more song lyrics which have captivated me of late. These come from Desaparecidos' "Read Music/Speak Spanish" This band also may be known as "Connor Oberst AKA Bright Eyes' non-solo act." Anyways, I don't know, the album is meticulously brilliant. What Napoleon was to Austerlitz, Desaparecidos is to music. Also, according to 9 out of 10 Amazon reviewers, the words violently attack our modern complacency, and I'm cool with that.
"The Happiest Place On Earth" by Desaparecidos
I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live
I don’t want to be ashamed to be American
but opportunity no it doesn’t exist it's the opiate of the populace
we need some harder (turds) now the truth is getting around and each public school is a halfway house
where the huddled masses sober up and up
enough? There’s not enough to fatten the cows and feed all of us.
Its just a rationing of luck what can’t be bought gets raffled off
oh god good god shed greed on thee,
your shining sea turned a dirty green from the industry
off the shores of new jersey
I got a letter from the army so I think that I’ll enlist
I’m not brave or proud of nothing I just want to kill something
too bad that nowadays you just point and click
swing low satellite hot white chariot in the computer’s blue glare the bombs burst in the air
there was a city once now nothing is there
our freedom comes at their expense it makes sense, does it? dollars and cents.
they’re stretching barbed wire across the picket fence that is surrounding your housing development
just in case you lack the confidence
oh god my god give strength to thee
these amber waves purple majesty are nothing but backdrops for Disney
well look up close it is superimposed on a blank blue screen
it is fantasy, (freaking) magical.
The dream floats like a chemical through each snapped synapse.
Our television past that is beautiful no more. no more. No More.
