annette peacock - elect yourself lyrics
about those who are not
poor without hope. and
the betrayal runs deep
youth
in its garment of
tight_fitting skin
discovers, decorates
and observes
it admires itself
deserves and
requires others
to admire itself
and romance
awakens dancing the
now of the night away
to the big_hard_sound
of its own independence
and full they are
with themselves
and desire
and each other
and the future
and of the future they are
wanting everything
all at once
in fast forward
ln fast forward
their mommys
and daddys play
spend, waste, trade
gamble
they be biting tomorrow
in broad daylight away
systematically selling out
every implicit, heritable
ecological right
as if they had the right
on a guess
of yes or no
life and death
wait in the balance
making concessions
of rectification
on, a diminished scale
in order to sustain
the better way of living
chorus:
you gonna fool
yourself cause you think it’s cool
you gonna dig
yourself cause you think it’s hip
you gonna ride
yourself cause you think it’s swift
you gonna hurt
yourself cause you think it’s hard
elect yourself
select
collect yourself
connect
protect yourself
and brand new brains
distain
but remain
behind designed
realities
parade their convoluted
emotions, presumptions
and trad_attitudes
along the capitalistic
avenue of affluence
among the negated
neighbourhoods of their
biological brothers
and sisters
the what or why
you do or do not have
can or cannot buy
is your identity
the fundamental
social relevance
if each anxiety
reacts to its own
subjective reality
still some must be
willing to take less
in order that others
may also have those
certain inalienable
rights
an ordinary, mandatory
involvement with money
vetos the natural
civil possibilities
each generation grows up
and turns their remarkable
marketable youth into
sold out sold to older
at a younger age
innocence and enthusiasm
are prime targets
and commodities
a complacent
deliberated_desperateness
insideous
like an endemic disease
spreads among
representatives, advocates
of the language of image
who communicate
the gospel of image
in a visual protest era
with an exponentiel need
to have not forgotten
how to feel real
about being angry
_repeat chorus_
grass grows
singing green between
the cracks of the dead
paved_grey city
a trees urge to live
takes root on the small ledge
between the stories
of a crumbling building
on the streets
the body, the rap, the beat
celebrate perpetual life
and a new language
arises again out of
de_o_repression
dangerous
and glorious
lt speaks of freedom
anonymously
on the canvas of the city
the personal revolution
defines its fight
its expression
its weapon
and guns shoot colours
like a sacred scripture
a cry from the heart
trains scream
“it’s not an obscenity
to be free
lt is a devine right.”
and walls shout eloquently
“what fools we are
to fall so far
from the truth.”
_repeat chorus_
hope
is the expectation
of positive personal control
over the factors
that govern our lives
the compulsion
when self_destruction
or truculent
visiogenic revolution
as therapeutic outrage
is the only possible
effective option
and tho it is real time
and true, true
that we are intrinsicly
intimately
alone inside our
own insistent skins
within a selective
hypocritical, unscroupulous
negligent
rotten to the core system
that perpetuates
the acceptable lie
even tho everyone
knows the truth
(because a society
benefits from it)
the moment you
relinquish responsibilty
you truly
become a victim
and the sentiment
you’ll feel for everything
that could have been
if it would have been
wil be the last
indication of
hope
_repeat chorus_
most people
surrender their responsibility
to government, management
christ, family, reality
settle, succumb
to cry over their
battlefields in the
sweet_comfortable_sourness
of acceptable dissolutionment
move
at the speed of
social approval
when nothing changes
but appropriate appearance
altering to what’s amusing
for chose who can afford it
the rest remaining
the dispensating same
the dillettantis skili
“is agility, flexibllity
”
and that it’s important
to be seen
to be frivolously bored
first
the martyrs go on bearing
the pain of tearing
the lies from their eyes
glaring at the
intolerable truth, because
besides lobotomy
there is no other
possible way to continue
_repeat chorus_
the more science the more
sentiment to compensate
for the sense of loss
of a healthy, hopeful
humanity
church
is like a giant
slot machine
3 in 1
you get salvation
but the cross
maintains its popularity
because it is a familiar
and instantly understood
image
of many uses
a traditional excuse
and history
repeats its history
as the quality of life
of one individual
or people
is still sacrificed
for the sake of another
and it’s unchristlike
but very christian
an ideal is an ideal
as long as it remains
a fantasy
and the tragedy is
the original purpose
and intention has proved
to be impracticable
nonapplicable
the rich do not make profit
to empty their pockets
to the poor
lt doesn’t pay a free market
to have a socio_eco
conscience unless
it is embarassed
or penalized into it
there is no
social, cultural supremacy
solamente
economie, technological advantage
and technological advantage
and natural resource
es grande business
and big business is the
insurrectional magnitude
(de la guerra a la salvacion)
from war to salvation
profitability is the
essentiel entertainment
economic power
is political objective
ecurnenical motivation
christianity and capitalism
(el padre y la madre de)
the father and mother of
corruption
christianity, the capitalistic
trade_off
_repeat chorus_
there is no
benevolence in politics
only management
of power and profit
there is no
freedom in society
there is only tradition
there is no
privilege or poetry
in human relationship
only conditioning
and coïncidence
(the human mind is a victim
of habit)
religion rules by
acquiesence to the
fictitious possibility
s_x is a biological trance
it’s about
how hard you work on yourself
to overcome adversity
while the choices you make
are who you are
if you are to continue
once upon a time
there where people
_repeat chorus_
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