Obvious Leo wrote:This is an impressive suite of freedoms awarded to the plutocracy but no mention is made of the freedoms which are thereby denied to every other bastard, Bob. What about the poor fucker who has to work for slave wages under dangerous conditions so that these arseholes can stash their loot into various tax-free havens around the world. What happened to his freedom, or indeed his right to the pursuit of happiness?
Hear, hear, Leo! My Words the same as yours on this one:
"The Man in the suit in the penthouse, that only has to worry about a paper cut, as paper is the only reason he fools himself into believing he deserves a million dollar a year salary, as with such a job he has no hint as to why he might require lots of money to maintain his health as he ages; while the man in tattered jeans in the basement, works with the sulfuric acid required to make that paper, can own no paper that explains why he should only make minimum wage, in all actuality having all the reasons in the world of knowledge, to know why he shall almost certainly require loads of money to maintain his health as he ages, yet his lack of paper holds him ignorant of such knowledge, because of money, a glittering prize for a once dumb monkey, sparkling in the bright sunlight of wonder, turned dark indeed, by selfish desire!"
If only humans would cooperate, they'd be unstoppable, and way ahead of their time, quite the opposite of the actual current truth of things. As in truth, the glittering prize to the eyes of a dumb monkey, should have only lasted for one generation, tops, as the foolhardiness that it actually is. If only the me, me, me could be left behind for the we, we, we; we'd be where we should be, or maybe rather, were we'd be the brightest that we ever could be! Humane, huh!!!!!!!!
The aim to maintain commoners ignorance, so as to control, once thought only to be a tactic of the church, was actually fully absorbed by governments all those years ago, it was birthed simultaneously by both factions. The mind of the blinded dumb monkey run-a-muck!
Here people, take these 'free' loafs of bread while you watch the gladiators kill one another, for your sport! (dumb monkeys on both sides)
And so it's been and mutated, to what it is today! Yet today there has been plenty of:
(free) air, no matter how dirty it's become, because it can't be controlled;
costly, just as dirty water, which is filtered, justification? Or paying for it twice?
costly, just as dirty food, genetically modified and laced with petrochemicals, cover-up?
Or is it all paying for uncontrolled dumb monkey desires?
It should never have been about whether we 'could,' that's dumb monkey shit.
It should have always been about whether we 'should,' that's the road to true evolution, a much more intelligent human! One that I could actually be proud of.
And so I leave you all, some that get it, and some that are dumbfounded, with two great tunes that have helped me understand such things, one's clearly rock while the other softer rock, one's a Brit while the other an American, not that it really matters, in keeping with my theme, it's just for those that just don't get it, so they might take some pride that they really don't deserve.
So for you 'us and them' people:
First the Brit: Dave Mason, born in Worcester, England (If you don't like the lyrics, I'm sure you 'us and them' people shall find something wrong with Worcester, England, it's your mental 'Us and Them' justification thing.)
You Can't Take it When You Go:
Don't try to possess me
I'll slip from your grasp
the things that you seek
have already passed
in rushing to own everything that's in sight
nothing is left
no, not even your life
You can't take it when you go
that's something that you oughta know
Love isn't counted in gold
only in heart and soul
Lies can't hurt
at least that's what you say
but there'll bring confusion
as sure as night turns to day
truth is a feeling you just can't deceive
life's an illusion
when you don't believe
You can't take it when you go
there's something that you oughta know
Love isn't counted in gold
only in heart and soul
(Instrument Solos)
You can't take it when you go
there's something that you oughta know
Love isn't counted in gold
only in heart and soul
Over and under
day after day
life's precious moments are wasted away
if dreams are the schemes on which future's are made
dream on sweet dreamer
til you reach your grave
You can't take it when you go
there's something that you oughta know
Love isn't counted in gold
only in heart and soul
gut wrenching yell
(more of Dave's guitar)
Awesome, tell em Dave!
Second the American: Dan Fogelberg
(with Tim Weisberg of Hollywood, California, USA), born in Peoria, Illinois, United States (If you don't like the lyrics, I'm sure you 'us and them' people shall find something wrong with Peoria, Illinois, United States, it's your mental 'Us and Them' justification thing.)
The Power of Gold:
The story is told of the
Power of gold
And its lure on the unsuspecting
It glitters and shines
It badgers and blinds
And constantly needs protecting.
Balance the cost of the soul you lost
With the dreams you lightly sold
Are you under
The power of gold?
The letters and calls
Got you climbing the walls
And everyone wants a favor
They beg to remind you
Of times left behind you
But you know the past is a loser.
The face you're wearing is different now
And the days run hot and cold
Are you under
The power of gold?
The power of gold!
(Dan's guitar solo)
You're a creature of habit
Run like a rabbit
Scared of a fear you can't name
Your own paranoia
Is looming before you
But nobody thinks that
It's a game.
Balance the cost of the soul you lost
With the dreams you lightly sold
Then tell me
That you're free
Of the power of gold.
The Power of gold!
(More of Dan's guitar)
The women are lovely
The wine is superb
But there's something about the song
That disturbs you...
The women are lovely
The wine is superb
But there's something about the song
That disturbs you...
The women are lovely
The wine is superb
But there's something about the song
That disturbs you...
The women are lovely
The wine is superb
But there's something about the song
That disturbs you...
The women are lovely
The wine is superb
But there's something about the song
That disturbs you...
The women are lovely
The wine is superb
But there's something about the song
That disturbs you...
Awesome, tell em Dan!
And so, I rest my case!
Merely a naked ape, that doesn't understand what that glittering prize actually is!