010 – A Billion Ernies/Informant Split
CULTURAL AMNESIA
this is what happens,
When you burn all your bridges.
Looking down on the valley
From atop the highest ridges,
Loading your muskets
To meet with the savages
Who have no clothes
Or knowledge of jesus.
You assumed they had
Things to learn from you.
Like the value of land and possessions,
Gun powder, alcohol, and civilization.
Learn, record, expand, explore,
Until a deluge or a war,
Now alexrandia’s burning.
History, and tradition,
Words of God, and words of men,
Entire cultures forgotten.
If those who forget history
Are bound to repeat it,
What of those who destroy it?
This Is the definition of ignorance.
Wise men’s words erased for allegiance.
Save your excuses,
I have no time to hear them.
Im busy strengthening my mind
With time spent in silent meditation.
Untangling my soul from
the grips of the material.
8 LONG YEARS
seems like yesterday.
no nukes, no peace,
no apologies.
who will dig the graves?
we’ll create jobs some way.
expand the war.
bring death to every door.
blood-thirsty, begging for more
money and weapons for it,
more people to die for it,
more patience from the working class that pays for it.
more methods of interrogation,
more talking heads on the news stations,
more campaign contributions from corporations.
they stay one step ahead.
the republic is dead.
this is not a game,
dont matter who’s to blame.
my family and friends,
at war with civilians.
what will our children think?
will we seem strong or weak?
will they ever see
their country at peace?
i think they will if we
put more money into education,
respect the sovreignty of other nations,
and dont go into war with false intentions,
lying to the world and ourselves instead of leaving.
if we werent so obsessed with saving face,
bending the laws so we can look straight,
we could spend our time on fixing whats broken.
we arent looking ahead,
too scared to quit being led.
the republic’s dead.
take a look around,
hypocrisy abounds.
every lie you hear,
spoken to keep you in fear.
so if you long for peace,
if you long to be free,
put down your flag,
protest the eagle’s greed.
Informant:
Don’t Make Me No Never Mind
I know, I know that I said, I know I said nothing ever changes. But I’ve been wrong
before so I’ll still stay it seems nothing ever changes.
Wide eyed, another sleepless night. What’s wrong have they scared you? I see the
trouble on your face, tell me child why do you stay in this place?
Nothing, Nothing, Nothing Nothing’s in control of my mind
Nothing, Nothing Nothing’s in control of my mind of my mind like you
So you want to run away a while, and that’s ok because you’ve got nowhere to go.
And you think you’d like to learn a thing, learn a thing or two.
It’s already there for you.
But Something, something, something, something’s got a hold of me now.
(and I’m scared because unlike before I don’t know what to do when I going back for
more)
But something, something, something something‘s in control of my miiiiiiind.
So you want to run away a while, and that’s ok because I’ve been there befooooooore
And you think that you might learn a thing, learn a thing or two.
What is it to you?
So we want to run away a while, and that’s ok because we’ve got nowhere to go.
And we think that we might learn something, learn a thing or two.
What is it to you?
To Process At Normal Speed
The problem with this, with the changing story. Not short, not sweet and unendlessly
boring but – you are the series of actions created in the concept of your life. And it’s
easier to process at normal speed while Imagining in retrospect. I hear some voice off in
the distance heavy with exhaustion say. All around me this hollow vision, please! Give
me depth with quick precision.
And it all stems from this and its all in your eye. With your friends around you these four
walls grow warm and tall. And if we go your way, who’s to say anything of me when
I don’t believe. Sometimes I just want to finish my thoughts…I can finally finish my
thoughts. Diagonally they come to me and I know things will be better than they were
before.
And it all stems from this…
A million little things that can make you feel bad, maybe it’s time turn the page.
I know a million things that are going so right, and I know I should get involved with
them But a million little strings running through you and me. Maybe things aren’t so bad
maybe they’re not so bad.
Stick Around
What would you do if everything that I had told you had been a lie? ‘Cause there’s a
possibility that it is has. But that doesn’t mean, that I don’t mean what I say when I say
that I think that in a million years we’ll all be dead anyway. Sometimes it makes me feel
I’ve nothing left to say. But if time makes fools of us all and I’ve said it before and I’ll
say it again nothing ever changes it’s all the same.
There’s nothing left for me to say, there’s nothing left for me to say.
…but why would you listen to a single word I’ve said? Don’t forget – don’t forget the
truth. Don’t forget – don’t forget the truth.
Don’t forget – don’t forget the truth.
And if you want me too, I’ll stick around with you.
And if you want me too, I’ll stick around with you.
Lately
Well I’ve been thinking lately, probably thinking to much. About everything that’s
happened and everything I’ve done. And I’ve been drinking lately, probably drinking to
much. The signal from the real world fades but I never, never lose touch.
And as the day grows tired, I’ll hold my head up high. I won’t let ashes fall from the
brightest of bright blue skies.
So tell me what’s the issue to you? That you would try so hard to cut me down. Tell
me what is this to you? Isn’t there room for both of us in this quiet, in this sleepy Texas
town?
With the choices I’m presented I’m careful how I choose ‘cause when I choose poorly.
No one sings my blues.
So tell me what’s the issue to you. That you would try so hard to cut me down. Tell me
what is this to you? Isn’t there room for both of us in this quiet, in this sleepy Texas
town?
