This can only be a sample of what's
To come-keeping all bad promises of
Better years and leaving out what's undone.
We'll file the paperwork and hope for the best.
But in the years to come we've got nothing or maybe less.
It took 60 years to account for these basic needs

"I did not know how much was ended.
When I look back now from this high hill of my old age,
I can still see the butchered women and
children lying heaped and scattered all
along the crooked gulch as plain as
I saw them with eyes still young.
And I can see that something e

In good will gesture crowds color-coded
words stand on tiptoe to shout,
necks crane sore to watch people not like them beaten,
attacked, and crushed beneath;
flag-waving arms that learn to hit flag-burning
infidels glistening with spit;
flag-waving arms stretched upwards<

The fixture everyone knows;
Cool Breeze fidgets on the corner of 1st Avenue
and 13th Street. I haven't seen him around since this summer.
He's just back from New Orleans,
just in town to gather his things.
He's turning 50 years old this week.
I never thought of him as 50,

There's been confidential
correspondence going around the office
that my boss doesn't care anymore.
I make a great window but
I make a better door.
I make a charming carpet,
but I make a better floor.
Exhaustive and obsessive.
What will you gain?
How will you

There are only the pursued,
the pursuing,
the busy and the tired.

We've already fucked things up so much.
I mean, what's the point in consuming
destroying everything?
It'll never translate to economic terms.
What happened to respecting the things you admire,
like those fifty-year-old teens
I was under on third avenue?
It's not your

I understand that relationships change and people move on,
but the direction you're heading in is quite a confusing one.
Now I hang out with Pete and Repeat,
haunting four blocks of Northwest 14th street.
Is there too much caffeine in my bloodstream,
a lack of real spice in m

Me Home is killing me.
I can't stand to hear one more person degrading themselves.
I can't bear the lack of compassion.
I can't bear the lame repetition.
I can't bear the fucking attrition.
Everyone here is jaded. I'm learning compromise,
my ideals negated.
No one kno

There will always be more for the young and the beautfiul,
there will always be more for the white and carefree,
there will always be more for the dumb and the yielding,
I'll spend with abandon because there will be more for me.
As long as I tell myself I'm trying my best and

I feel so fucking stupid when
I leave this store with empty pockets.
all this shit should've been free,
or at least more accesible to me.
Every product liberated strikes a blow for
peace when chain stores are moving across the street.
If you're so inclined, take refuge in

Return receipts and greeting cards,
caring so little and trying too hard.
Blood thickens and sickens and begins to constrict,
it's threatening and deadening and cuts to the quick...
let's not be related anymore.
Did they make you wish you had stayed quiet?
Have they made

Shit sticks to false teeth and
your mouth is full of nothing.
With your mouth so full of shit,
I can't understand a word you're saying.
Sever the arm to save the body,
sever the lung to kill the lie.

I didn't know that 22 and jaded could get
"best dressed kid in our class".
But now you're off the back of this corpse,
it seems you're off fucking another.
I'm so fucking sick it's not cool to
pretend you're full of shit.
I remember when you weren't so numb,
dumb and

I wonder what he's thinking to himself;
all greed, all power, everything?
You can't destroy my home.
I won't move away.

The road through youth culture is paved
with a familiar schooling in center-right public opinion,
we get old, ugly, and conservative.
These are our just deserts as bleeding hearts run dry.

The longer we go without words assures
rate times time equals distance...
Estranged and uncomfortable that's one
less friend to see around, this situations detestable
and I'm not at home in my hometown.
Remember stunted relationships just
for the sake of relating,
jus

You are fucked.
Now go play the part.

This is the sound of "can't happen here"
raging so loud it could happen this year.
We wouldn't be here to voice frail objection.
We were out of town for local elections.
And even if the unthinkable happened,
we wouldn't know until it was a show.
And I can't wait to see th

They put cloth bags over the heads
of those in the smoking section and
tape over the eyes of the ones whose
skin will smoke...sentenced to death
they'll die with erections in the smoking
section and shit in their pants in the
smoking section and the ones who pull
the