The Chorus to the Podcast
When 64 BECAME 59, 16 became 15, 8 shrunk to 6 1/2 and the bottom dropped out...
There was a time
When words used to Rhyme
And make us a winner
When mother sounded a fog horn
For us to come home for dinner.
Carboard, wax paper, tin foil, 8 oz cans
Reused hoover bags, A penny bought several items
$5 overfilled your tank
Before the ship sank
Walk to school was the rule
Then came plastic - drastic
Change from Roll to Push
Dial then Touch then talk
Outlet centers miles from any shop
Food courts - non stop
Slide your card - drink tastes great
Make your selection - I suggest C8
Alcohol, nicotine, caffeine, drugs
30 oz giant cans replacing hungs
Who can help me with all my buggers?
Couldn’t be my imbalance of sugars?
Inverted cement trucks
Fabric moving sweat
From our skin to the air
What do we care?
If Oil is jumping from the ground
My SUV idling in the lot
With the AirCon on for my pet
So he won’t sweat
Good ole’ Spot
Walking in my body - 2 parts remaining
Scales must be lying - says I’m gaining
An Appreciation for Night Time Network news
Hosted by a myriad of drugs from which to chooose
30 calibur security with enhanced protection
Seems like a mass defection
From Care, Concern, and slower motion
Hiding under our UV lotion
Fashion logos for sale real cheap
Bitcoins on an internet TOR site
Sew, steam, glue, stich
Anything to look just right
To belong, as the group soars to the left
Land to the right, catching an updraft of tweets
With raunchy wording to express
Just how bereft (we are)
Putting the focus on the 99 on the end
Let’s us pretend we have a deal
As our brains metathesize, numbness
Zombie, hollow, no feel
I’ve been thinking and wondering too
About the economy and me and you
We’d be in Jail in the darkest of places
If we printed Benjamins and other faces
Like the Fed and Crew to infinity
Code Name: QE
Dropping money from heaven
Like making dough bigger with leaven
Three brands of government showing rot in the core
Need to keep spending, borrowing, fighting a war
Can’t let the music stop, so few chairs
Fractional lending, 100:1 - hardly fair!
Selling things that don’t exist
Leverage buying with margin assist
Algos pulverizing humans night and day
Network news wishing you’d never go away
Where are we going? Our Destiny?
Do I have a choice? Some Certainty?
Yep, You bet. IMF and SDR’s
Will keep you in debt buying those cars
And the mantra of the rich will keep on and on
Erasing the middle class like the dawn
Chasing the night away. Into the lower paying jobs
That inflation steals quietly
Governments fear and weep great tears
About a situation called deflation
Where your dollar buys more
And less out the door (to the tax man)
Suddenly you’re wealthy by all comprehension
Like coasting into a quiet dimension
If you can keep your employment
You’ll find enjoyment
Stop drop spit blow go flare and you’re there
From the depths of the sea into fresh air
Wondering and blinking; what was I thinking?
When the world was tumultuous and sinking
Into perpetual disturbance
Like the wobbling during precession
Avoiding one crises into the next
Yet never admitting depression
A psycho analyst’s paradise
Patients all lined up - how nice
Next and Next and Next (oops not you)
For you see too clearly what we’ve been through
An engineered world of false illusions
A front of reasoning causing confusion
Continually building a world of fear
So our saviour government becomes so dear
Now what? Unthinking citizens stripped of imagination, courage and insight?
Doubt it? Because that’s when the light
Begins to shine through the crack
As the right brain’s insight is put into words
And the people begin to see that swords
Are the outside protection that never was true
But sufficed for the plan to conquer you
Ha! In a blinding flash of emergence
A world shaking disturbance
And when the dust clears away
The promised day
Of connection, promised by our DNA
Such a long journey to our destiny
Keep your seat belt fastened, landing gear down
Embrace today with a smile carved from a frown
Is this the ending?
Some say it’s Pending!
How do I know?
A little mouse running through Disneyland told me so
Things are changing and rearranging;
Packaging confusion is such an illusion!
Things aren't what they seem
You know what I mean
This Rap is for you and anyone with ears
It deals with our twisted reality and fears
Dark fighting with light beaming
For an end to the madness around us
Shut off your news source
Come on and be brave
Good night Chet
Good night Dave
© Virtual Saguaro, 2014. Creative Commons use permitted.
The movie below came from VHS to Digital format via a home unit conversion. The original VHS was obtained from the Macintosh Users Group (MUG) as part of Apple's outreach to its supporters.
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