“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Interesting! A celebration of decadence reminiscent and almost worthy of Kurt Weill –– The Threepenny Opera and The City of Mahagonny –– until it lapses into the incessant, inconclusive repetition so characteristic of "modern" Pop Music for the past fifty-odd years.
Mistaken notions in the world abound –– Unheard of at the time when I was born. Surrounded –– soaked –– in crass, unwanted sound I’m buried –– suffocated –– and forlorn.
Consciousness invaded by loud static –– Ambushed –– conquered –– isolated –– snuffed –– Languishes while Coarseness brays ecstatic. The mind can’t thrive when with distractions stuffed ––
Over-filled –– with poisonous temptations Instigating sullenness engaged In assertive, mulish non-participation Erupting just when pointlessly enraged.
The times have changed; they have become deranged. Silence, from our world’s become estranged.
From near and far Come burn the Bra Ban the Car Eliminate all trace of tar. Cleanse the earth Of all Mirth Live with Dearth It has great worth. The Rule by Ass One day shall pass Oil is crass, So just smoke grass. Set the tone Whine and moan Frown and groan Cut to the bone All traces of Modernity Let's return to Savagery In that way we shall all be free To serve The Earth eternally. Utter no ifs, ands or buts Salvation lies in Going Nuts!
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Interesting! A celebration of decadence reminiscent and almost worthy of Kurt Weill –– The Threepenny Opera and The City of Mahagonny –– until it lapses into the incessant, inconclusive repetition so characteristic of "modern" Pop Music for the past fifty-odd years.
...and by a former Iranian national, no less.
_________ Musical Toilets _________
Mistaken notions in the world abound ––
Unheard of at the time when I was born.
Surrounded –– soaked –– in crass, unwanted sound
I’m buried –– suffocated –– and forlorn.
Consciousness invaded by loud static ––
Ambushed –– conquered –– isolated –– snuffed ––
Languishes while Coarseness brays ecstatic.
The mind can’t thrive when with distractions stuffed ––
Over-filled –– with poisonous temptations
Instigating sullenness engaged
In assertive, mulish non-participation
Erupting just when pointlessly enraged.
The times have changed; they have become deranged.
Silence, from our world’s become estranged.
~ FreeThinke
Kurt Weill was popular in Germany in the twenties/early thrities and America through the forties...
Seem's that "the times" have changed little. Only our "memories" of them have "changed".
Rx for Modern Life
From near and far
Come burn the Bra
Ban the Car
Eliminate all trace of tar.
Cleanse the earth
Of all Mirth
Live with Dearth
It has great worth.
The Rule by Ass
One day shall pass
Oil is crass,
So just smoke grass.
Set the tone
Whine and moan
Frown and groan
Cut to the bone
All traces of Modernity
Let's return to Savagery
In that way we shall all be free
To serve The Earth eternally.
Utter no ifs, ands or buts
Salvation lies in Going Nuts!
~ FreeThinke
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