When it comes to politics
I don’t exist
When it comes to things like this,
It’s always hit or miss
I don’t vote, I don’t put in my time
I can’t stand that old sinking line
About
Everyone counts, well who counts everyone
I don’t count, and I’ll be damned if I’m the only one
Funny you should say
That they count on my dismay
Maybe that’s why
My pride has all died
Maybe that’s why I don’t care to this day
Maybe that’s why I’ve got nothing to say
Maybe that’s why I don’t know my own cue
But there’s something important that I get from you
Call it a notion, or call it a gift,
Call it what you want, I don’t know what it is
Not even a voice, but the freedom to speak
Not even a breath, but the space to breathe
I go
In and out, then back in again
Out and in, then back out again
Thoughts run, mostly of disgust
Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them
In and out, then back in again
Out and in, then back out again
Thoughts run, mostly of disgust
Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them
I don’t think anyone counts, I think Corporate
Just does what it wants in the name of democracy,
I.e. the so-called free,
And up until now, we’re just sleepy cows
Grazing brain-dead with no way out
Nor a will to stand up together and shout
Or trample those who caused this fraction
Less than indecisive, didn’t even see a cause for action
I’m not mad that I don’t care
I don’t bother, speak thinner than air
I’m not upset that I have a dead mind
The word is absurd, I don’t want a new kind
It’s cynics like me who rejoice today
And the pocketed rulers who we’re about make pay up
Take back time that was never realized
Our electric rage was always generalized
In and out, then back in again
Out and in, then back out again
Thoughts run, mostly of disgust
Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them
In and out, then back in again
Out and in, then back out again
Thoughts run, mostly of disgust
Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them
Time flies when you’re on the run,
Flee from the One, rescue our sons and daughters
Free fall the fun, we won’t be their engine fodder
Water to some, but our pride will not be swallowed
They try to tell us how to access the excess
But all we really do is hustle for the hassle
They try to tell us how to pick up their mess
They blame us for the catatonic jadedness
They try to tell us how to access the excess
But all we really do is hustle for the hassle
They try to tell us how to pick up their mess
They blame us for the catatonic jadedness
They try to tell us how to access the excess
But all we really do is hustle for the hassle
They try to tell us how to pick up their mess
They blame us for the catatonic jadedness
They try to tell us how to access the excess
But all we really do is hustle for the hassle
They try to tell us how to pick up their mess
They blame us for the catatonic jadedness
Spoiler alert, I’m an absolute fool
But I’m no tool of either side
I make it a rule never subscribe
To either pre-stored interest group
In the polemical diatribe
They nourish us with chloroform,
From the very day we’re born,
And our births coincide
With an absolute dependence on the products
That make us dead inside
Cuz after we bathed in
The kool-aid then
We slowly died
And all that is air congeals solidified
We live a second time
And all our deepest desires hosed down,
They cleanse our minds
Deep, deeply inside,
But not so deep that you cannot find
We all just want to be
Just want to be
Just want to be
And you, you let me be
And in so being
From the space of your freeing
I let go and unleash everything I’m disagreeing
Free fall the fun my friend, and open up the seeing
Not just heavy clever slogans,
Loaded with emotions,
But the realness of our brazen voices,
Raising hell with our real choices
Open up those hands inside your mouth
And let your fingers do the walking through this burning house
Take a tally of all the things you’re not seeing
Create a list of all the absences that make our world more freeing
The realness of our brazen voices
Will open up those houses
Open
Now
Open
Now