...And We Thought That Nation-States Were a Bad Idea "Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable!" That's the anthem of the upper-tier (the
They called here to tell me that you're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the pantleg of your bad
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assasinations; hey ignore the issue
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds. staring at the window as the sunlight demands
At some turning point in history, some fuckface recognized that knowledge tends to democratize cultures and societies so the only thing to do was monopolize
, the Gatling I'd touched that was strapped to the nose of a U.S.A.-10, separated flesh from bone and honed its skills on "lesser humans".
I'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song And bring your stupidest friends along. We wrote this song
I'm not going to try to tell you that I'm different from all the rest. I've been subject to the same de-structure of desire and I've felt the same effects
Our cities seem to function quite the same: sweeping ghettos under one big rug makes them easier to contain, so the upper-middle class can sleep (or shop
world bank- the flames! and just 2 minutes remain in the 7th game of the best of 7 series! yeah, jesus saves! gretzky scores! the workers slave. the rich get more
Swastikas and Klan-robes Sexist, racist, homophobes Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins you can wear my nuts on your nazi chins I love a man in uniform
"h" and rhymes with "Neuman's") of carnage strewn about the stockyards, the factories and farms. Still I know as well as anyone that it does less good
Now the real prospects for authentic democracy depend on something else. They depend on how the people in the rich and priveliged societies learn some
Well there are mouths around this town that are trying to kill everything That you want That you hope And that you hold so dear And there are birds
carefully) This is mine. (A compromise consists of give and take) We must understand. Our clenched fists turn to open hands. It takes more to give than to demand. I understand. No more
just one mind and the unknown Less cities, more moving people Rushing out with pride Less cities, more moving people Who just forgot their lives Less cities, more
eyes Less to want is less to feel Wanting nothing becomes more real Less to have is less to break You hurt to sleep while I lay awake Less to go the
was the first one to catch my eye, and I was hers. All at once I fell for you, you fell for me, we fell too soon... More of a climb and less of a walk