003 – A Billion Ernies – Dumpster Generation
TWO KINGS
DUMPSTER GENERATION, STAND UP. SPEAK YOUR MIND IF YOU’VE GOT ONE, LET ONE FLY TOWARDS THE HEART IF THEY’VE GOT ONE. DON’T FEAR THEIR GUNS, POLICE MEN, CORPORATIONS. THE SCUM OF THE NATION RULE WHEN THEY MAKE LAWS LIKE YOU’RE FOOLS AND MAKE YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN’T CHANGE ANYTHING. NO CHANGE WILL EVER COME FROM A POLITICIAN.HAIL THE TWO KINGS ON THEIR THRONES UP IN WASHINGTON AND ROME. UNCLE SAM’S GOT HIS HAND IN YOUR POCKET, FATHER JOHN HAS HIS HAND IN YOUR CHILD’S, AND THEY PROUDLY CLAIM DEMOCRACY AND THE KEYS TO ETERNITY. WE HAVE THE STRENGTH.
IT’S NOT TOO LATE. WATCH THESE CLOWNS, RUNNING AROUND LOOKING LIKE LEACHES, WEARING SUITS AND TIES (MODIFIED COLLARS WITH LEASHES). THEY DON’T RESPECT US, THEY THINK THEY KNOW BETTER THAN US (THAT’S WHAT WE CALL “BIG BROTHER RULE”). AND THEY MAKE LAWS LIKE WE’RE FOOLS BUT WE KNOW THAT WE CAN CHANGE ANYTHING, BUT CHANGE CAN ONLY COME IF THE PEOPLE ARE WILLING. ARE YOU A SLAVE? NO. WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE RIGHT TO SURVIVE BY GOD.
USED UP
LISTEN TO ME NOW, AND I WILL TELL ABOUT THE DEATH OF WHAT I LOVED, AND WHAT I THOUGHT WAS MORE THAN JUST A CASH COW. LISTEN TO THE STORY OF THE DEATH OF MUSIC. BUY, SELL, GRAB THAT GUN. USE IT UP, YOU HAD A GOOD RUN. IT IS USELESS TO US NOW. TAKE IT OUT BACK AND PUT IT IN IT’S GRAVE! SCOURING THE UNDERGROUND, THEY LIE AND WAIT UNTIL THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY CAN CLAIM AS THEIR OWN, AND MAKE IT INTO A TROPHY. BLIND THEM WITH SOME MONEY, AND A PROMISE YOU WONT KEEP. LISTEN TO ME NOW, AND I WILL TELL ABOUT THE RISE OF PEOPLE ALL AROUND THE WORLD WHO KNOW THAT WE ARE MORE THAN JUST A CASH COW. DON’T BELIEVE ONE WORD THEY SAY.
REACH FOR THE SKIES
LINES ARE DRAWN, WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON? LEGAL AND ILLEGAL TRUMP RIGHT AND WRONG. OLD TRADITIONS STILL STANDING STRONG, THOSE WHO FIRST CREATED THEM DEAD AND GONE. THEIR GHOSTS MARCH ON. REACH FOR THE SKIES, YOUR LIFESTYLE HAS BEEN CRIMINALIZED. VICTIMLESS CRIMES ARE JUST ANOTHER WAY TO GET YOUR NICKELS AND DIMES. NATIVE AMERICANS TREATED LIKE CHILDREN, AFRICAN SLAVES SHACKLED BY RACISM. LIVING THESE DAYS IS HARD WITHOUT IGNORANCE, THANKS TO THIS TSUNAMI OF IGNORANCE. JUDGE NOT, LEST YOU SUFFER THE SAME. WHAT’S IN A LABEL? WHAT’S IN A NAME? DIVIDE AND CONQUER THIS IS THE GAME. YOU PLAY YOUR CARDS, OR REACH FOR THE SKIES. CALL THE PASTOR, CALL THE PRIEST, CALL THE POLICE, CALL THE INFANTRY! BUT WHAT IF WHAT THEY SAID WAS A LIE? GET YOUR RIOT GEAR AND PUNISH THOSE WHO DO NOT YIELD. PAINT A RED CROSS ON YOUR SHIELD.
THE EXISTENTIALIST’S APPRENTICE
YOU’VE FOUND THE LAST ROCK TO CRAWL UNDER. ESCAPE THE PAST, YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS OVER. WHEN YOU LEFT ME HERE WITH THESE BURDENS FOR ME AND MY LOVE, YOU NO LONGER WERE MY FRIEND. I’VE TRIED AND TRIED. IT’S TRUE WHAT THEY SAID, A TIGER MAY NEVER CHANGE ITS STRIPES. MY HANDS ARE TIED. YOU HAVE GOT TO HELP ME HELP YOU GET OVER YOURSELF. TAKE SOME PILLS, MOVE AROUND THE COUNTRY. YOUR HEART MAY NEVER FILL IF YOU MAKE YOUSELF LONELY, TO CREATE SOME PATHETIC BUKOWSKI STORY TO TELL THE PRETTY GIRLS. YOU REVEL IN THEIR PITY. IN THE END, I KNOW YOU’LL GET BETTER. I LEARNED MY LESSON, I’LL ALWAYS REMEMBER NOT GOD NOR THIS WORLD WILL HAND ME ANY FAVORS, AND LIFE IS SUCH A DRAG IF WE DON’T LOOK OUT FOR EACH OTHER.
POINT/CLICK
LIGHTS, CAMERA, FORNICATE. CAN YOU MAKE SEX ANY CHEAPER? NOW HIDE BEHIND THAT LIE THAT YOU’RE AN ARTIST.LUST BREEDS WRATH, WHICH BREEDS CONFUSION. LUST IS THE ROOT TO EVERY SIN, YET STILL WE ARE TOLD THIS IS WHAT WE NEED. STILLWE ARE TOLD THIS IS FREEDOM. HYPOCRITE, TELL ME WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN PROSTITUTES LIVING IN THE STREETS AND PROSTITUTES LIVING IN MANSIONS? FREE MARKET? JUST BECAUSE IT SELLS DOES NOT MAKE IT RIGHT. PAIN SOLD AS PLEASURE, RAPE CAUGHT ON TAPE, FANTASIES GET DARKER. YOU BREED WRATH, YOU BREED CONFUSION, YOU ARE THE ROOT OF ALL OUR PROBLEMS. NOTHING LEFT TO THE IMAGINATION, INNOCENCE STOLEN FROM CURIOUS CHILDREN. POINT AND CLICK LIFE – POINT AND CLICK SEX DRIVE.
REVOLUTION SONG
HOW’S A CHILD TO FEEL WHEN TOLD HIS PEOPLE WERE KILLED? HIS CULTURE COMPLETELY DESTROYED, IN THE NAME OF GOD, GOLD, AND GLORY? WHILE THE WHITE KIDS SIT AND SMILE, THEIR TEETH LIKE CROCODILES, THEIR PRIDE THE SOURCE OF HIS PAIN. THIS SHALL NOT BE TAUGHT AGAIN. NOT TONIGHT, WE MUST STAND AND FIGHT. HOW IS FREEDOM TO RING WHEN OUR ENTIRE LIVES WE OWE SOMEBODY SOMETHING? STILL WE ARE EXPECTED TO EXCEL IN A COUNTRY THAT’S BEEN SHOT TO HELL BY THEFORFATHER’S WE ARE SUPPOSED TO RESPECT, THEY CLAIM THIS LAND THE SAME WAY THEY CLAIM 15% OF EVERY PAYCHECK. THEY HOPE YOU’RE COMFORTABLE. THEY HOPE THAT CHAIR YOU SIT IN, THAT SKIN YOU’RE WEARING, IS COMFORTABLE. THEY HOPE YOU’RE GULLIBLE. THEY HOPE
THAT BRAIN YOU’RE USING, THAT CHILD YOU’RE RAISING, IS GULLIBLE. THEY’RE SO PROUD OF YOU, SO GLAD THOSE LIES THEY TOLD YOU MADE YOU PART OF THE WAR MACHINE. LET’S TURN THE TABLES. LET’S BREAK OUT OF OUR STABLES AND THROW DOWN ALL OF OUR PICKET SIGNS. LET’S MAKE A STAND. ONE RACE, ONE CLENCHED FIST, SINGING “NOT TONIGHT. WE WILL STAND AND FIGHT”.
REDEMPTION
NOBODY HOLDS YOUR LIFE IN THEIR HANDS, NOBODY OWNS YOUR SOUL. STRANGE HOW WE ARE SO AFRAID TO LOSE EVERYTHING WE DON’T NEED THEY MADE. WE PRAY FOR REDEMPTION, BUT IF EVERYTHING WE NEED CAN BE GROWN FROM THE EARTH, TELL ME WHAT YOUR MONEY IS WORTH. NOTHING. IT’S NOT WORTH A THING AT ALL. ALL THEY WANT IS MONEY, ALL WE NEED IS HONESTY.
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ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DOLLAR, ANOTHER 8 HOURS OF FEELING USED. THIS IS NOT WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE, BUT YOU SAY “THIS IS RESPONSIBLE,” “TIME TO GROW UP,” “STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD.” HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT’S BEST FOR ME? SO I SIT HERE FIGHTING MY OWN PERSONAL WAR. I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU, I KNOW THAT I HAVE MORE TO GIVE. YOU ARE THE ENEMY.I AM NOT ONE OF YOU. YOU STAND FOR ALL THAT I DESPISE AND YOU DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH. STAY AWAY! DON’T COME NEAR ME! WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THE MONSTER YOU CREATED? YOUR GREED IS THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS MISERY. WE JUST CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS, AND WE WILL FIGHT TILL OUR LAST DYING BREATH. YOU CANNOT HAVE MY LIFE, IT ALREADY BELONGS TO SOMEONE WHO IS CALLING ME TO STAND UP TALL. LIVING IN THIS RUT IS GETTING ME NOWHERE. I NEED TO GO SOMEWHERE. ANYWHERE.
AWAKE
I HAD A DREAM YOU MEANT EVERYTHING TO ME AND NOTHING IN THE WORLD MATTERED. IN THIS DREAM, I COULD FEEL YOU THERE, AND YOU LOVED ME BACK, AND I KNEW IT. BUT YOUR SOFT VOICE TURNED TO SCREACHING BEEPS. I’M AWAKE. WHEN I AWOKE, MY HEART WAS BROKE, I DIDN’T FEEL RIGHT. MY EYES WERE BURNING, THOUGH ADJUSTING TO A SOFTER LIGHT. NOT ARTIFICIAL FLOURESCENCE KILLING THE DARKNESS, THE KIND THAT HUMBLES ME BY SHOWING I’M A PART OF IT. THESE DAYS, WE WALK THESE STREETS NOT DEAD OR ALIVE. AND I THOUGHT THE BATTLE WAS OVER. I THOUGHT THAT I SURVIVED. HAUNTING MEMORIES OF LIFE ONCE LIVED, AND PEOPLE WHO LOVED ME. WHERE HAVE THEY ALL GONE? WHY AM I SO LONELY? MY PASTOR TOLD ME THERE WOULD BE STREETS OF GOLD IN HEAVEN, BUT WHEN I LEAVE THIS PLACE I NEVER WANT TO SEE GOLD AGAIN. WHY WOULD GOD TRANSCENDING EVERYTHING MATERIAL CREATE A KINGDOM BOASTING EARTHLY STATUS SYMBOLS? SLEEP IS THE ONLY PLACE FOR PEACE. I JUST CLOSE MY EYES, AND I CAN BE WITH HIM. I CAN FEEL ALIVE. THIS WORLD’S HATRED SEEMS LESS REAL WHEN LOVE IS MY REALITY. BUT AS MORNING COMES EVER SO SLOWLY, THE SUN RAYS CREEP INTO MY ROOM. I’M AWAKE. WE PRAISE GOD
FOR ALL HIS POWER AND OMNIPOTENCE, BUT HAVE THE GALL TO CLAIM HE CAME TO JUST ONE CONTINENT, AND JUST ONE PEOPLE IN AN INFINITE CREATION. YOU’D BETTER STOP TO THINK BEFORE YOU CLAIM YOU KNOW HIM.
ATHIEST
LOOK AT YOU. YOU STILL BELIEVE IN THESE CHILDREN’S STORIES? LOOK AT YOU. YOU LIVE SO CLEAN, LIFE MUST BE SO BORING. WELL, I AM HERE TO BE THE VOICE OF REASON. I AM HERE TO PROVE TO YOU WHY YOU’RE WRONG, BECAUSE IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD ANYWAY. LOOK AT YOU. YOU TRY SO HARD TO BE THE GOOD KID FOR THIS GOD THAT YOU SAY LOVES YOU. I DON’T SEE HOW YOU CAN BELIEVE THAT WHEN YOU TAKE A LOOK AROUND,AND SEE ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO SOON BE IN THE GROUND BECAUSE THEY ARE DISEASED OR STARVING. WHERE WAS GOD WHEN MY FATHER RAPED ME? ACCORDING TO YOU, HE HAS A PLAN,
THEREFORE IT MUST BE FOR MY OWN GOOD ANYWAY. AND YOU TALK OF SOME GREAT FUTURE, UNTIL YOUR DEATHBED, AND AS YOU DIE WE’LL ALL POINT OUR FINGERS AND LAUGH BECAUSE YOU’RE A FOOL. HOW COULD YOU EVER BELIEVE IN SUCH A LIE THAT WE’D LIVE FOREVER? WE ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE SUCH A CLEVER GUY. WE WILL DO AWAY WITH YOUR MORAL CODE, BECAUSE IT’S FOR OUR OWN GOOD ANYWAY.
ADDICT
TO LET YOU GO WOULD BE THE DEATH OF ME. AND I KNOW, YOU’VE HAD A HOLD OF ME.YOU GOT STRONGER NOW THAN YOU USED TO BE; TIME TO LEAVE. I LOST IT ALL, AND GAVE IT ALL TO YOU. AND I KNOW I’LL NEVER GET IT BACK. AND IT’S SO MUCH HARDER, NOW THAT I’VE NOTHING TO LOSE, BUT I’M STRONGER NOW THAN I USED TO BE. I’M STRONGER THAN YOU. BUT EVERYTIME IT JUST GETS REPLACED; SHOPPING AT THE MALL, SMOKES AND ALCOHOL. TRYING TO RUN IN THIS RAT-RACE, GOD IS ALWAYS THERE; YOU HAVE A SOUL,I SWEAR.
FINALLY WE’VE FINALLY GONE AWAY. ABOUT TIME WE LISTENED TO WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY, YOU’VE BEEN SAYIN IT ALL ALONG. WE FINALLY GOT THE CHANGE WE NEEDED. JUST HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE; THAT GRAVE WE WERE DIGGING. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE DEATH OF US. WE FINALLY TOOK CONTROL OF THE LIVES WE’RE LIVING. SIX BLOOD-STAINED, BEAT-UP SOULS SO TIRED OF GIVING IN. AND IT’S HARD TO JUST WALK AWAY FROM WHAT WE SPENT SO LONG BUILDING. WE TRUST THAT GOD PROVIDES, AND WE CAN REST ASSURED THAT HE ONLY WANTS THE BEST FOR US. WE WON’T LET THIS BE THE DEATH OF US.
FINALLY
WE’VE FINALLY GONE AWAY. ABOUT TIME WE LISTENED TO WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY; YOU’VE BEEN SAYING IT ALL ALONG. WE’VE FINALLY GOT THE CHANGE WE NEEDED, JUST HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE, THAT GRAVE WE WERE DIGGING. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE DEATH OF US. WE FINALLY TOOK CONTROL OF THE LIVES WE’RE LIVING. 6 BLOODSTAINED BEAT UP SOULS, SO TIRED OF GIVING IN. AND ITS HARD TO JUST WALK AWAY FROM WHAT WE SPENT SO LONG BUILDING, BUT WE TRUST THAT GOD PROVIDES, AND WE CAN REST ASSURED THAT HE ONLY WANTS THE BEST FOR US. WE WONT LET THIS BE THE DEATH OF US.
THANKS
ARE YOU SAD CAUSE YOU’RE POOR? DO YOU LONG FOR ANOTHER? DID YOU LOSE YOUR ARMS AND LEGS IN THE WAR? IS YOUR PORRIDGE TOO COLD? IS YOUR WARDROBE TOO OLD? DID YOUR MOTHER LEAVE YOUR FATHER, WHO LEFT YOU ON YOUR OWN? COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, YOU’RE STILL ALIVE. WHO KNOWS, YOUR MOTHER COULD HAVE KILLED YOU BEFORE YOU ARRIVED. WHAT A WORLD… THE THINGS WE’RE THANKFUL FOR. DID YOUR DOG RUN AWAY? WERE YOUR ANCESTORS SLAVES? DID IT RAIN ON YOUR WEDDING DAY? DID THAT ONION MAKE YOU CRY? ARE YOU AFRAID TO DIE? DID YOU TRY AND FAIL, AND TRY AND FAIL, TO TAKE YOUR OWN LIFE? COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, YOU’RE STILL ALIVE. WHO KNOWS, THE DOCTOR COULD HAVE KILLED YOU BEFORE YOU ARRIVED. WHAT A WORLD… THE THINGS WE’RE THANKFUL FOR.
