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Originally Posted by Adder
It would be nice if we could get people to understand this...
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In the hope of perhaps drawing Slave out, here's a lyric from a philosopher who nailed reality quite well back in 2010:
Stuck here ten thousand years, don’t know how to act,
Everything forgotten, especially the facts.
The way we live is running scared; I don’t like it much,
All things come to he who waits but these days most things suck.
We are the chosen ones, we don’t know right from wrong,
We don’t know what’s going on, don’t know enough to care.
We are the dogs of war; don’t even know what for,
But we obey the law, get back in line.
We are trapped in luxury, starving on parole,
No one told us who to love, we have sold our souls.
Why do we vote for faceless dogs? We always take the bait.
All things come to he who waits, but all things come too late.
We are the sacrifice, and we don’t like advice,
We always pay the price, pearls before swine.
Now we are only slaves, already in our graves,
And if you think that Jesus saves, get back in line.
If you think that Jesus saves, get back in line.
Eerily predictive. A faster and more accurate poetic sketch of modern America is hard to find.
ETA: This channeled, or borrowed from, another philosopher of the late 60s, who also wrote about the unspoken feudal order of things:
Facing the world ain't easy when there isn't anything going
Standing at the corner waiting watching time go by
Will I go to work today or shall I bide my time
'Cos when I see that union man walking down the street
He's the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve, or I eat
Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that I've got to get back in the line
Now I think of what my mamma told me
She always said that it would never ever work out
But all I want to do is make some money
And bring you home some wine
For I don't ever want you to see me
Standing in that line
Cause that union man's got such a hold over me
He's the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve, or I eat
Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that I've got to get back in the line
We've all got masters. I'll say this in defense of the American character: Dumb as it can be, rejecting masters always feels right. Even if you know you're never rejecting any of them but instead just trading one for another.
