Sunday, July 5, 2009

the dead flag blues

The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn

We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

It went like this

The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze

I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful..
These are truly the last days"

You grabbed my hand and we fell into it
Like a daydream or a fever

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death

I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood

from "the dead flag blues" by godspeed you! black emperor

no matter how satiated we are, or who's in the white house, or how much we insulate are selves as individuals and nation states; deep down we know there is something very wrong. that maybe one day we'll wake from the nightmare of the modern human condition and be emancipated from competition, greed, hate and fear. emancipated from our borders and our security systems. and we might. we just might wake up, on the day we realize that whether it's what we eat or wear or work, how we play and love and hate. . . it's all political. nothing is just our private decision or our little secret. you are me and we're falling into it together. hold my hand tight. . .

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