As I was finishing my workout this morning I kept catching glimpses of the election results on the various distracting televisions in the gym.
The talking heads on the tee-vees were gaggling about how this will all play out, how the R’s will work with the D’s, the changes Tom Wolf will bring, etc…
As I started my car and turned the radio onto a local rock station; this song was a few minutes in:
I thought to myself it was very fitting and started my short drive to the office. But then the next song started and it was this:
I chuckled out loud, I am sure it is just a coincidence but those 2 songs playing back to back at that time made me think: “He surely has a sense of humor.”
Eye on the TV
Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be
Like
Killed by the husband”
“Drowned by the ocean”
Shot by his own son
She used a poison
In his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That’s my kind of story
It’s no fun until someone dies
Don’t look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying,
“Why, oh why?”
Cause I need to watch things die, from a distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don’t lie
Why can’t we just admit it?
Why can’t we just admit it?
We won’t give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
Were writers of the stories told
We won’t give pause until the blood is flowing
I need to watch things die… from a good safe distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same, so
Why can’t we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Still have the transmitter
Synched to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la-la-lie (x4)
Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head of your hippie haze, and give a listen
Shouldn’t have to say it all again
The universe is hostile, so impersonal
Devour to survive, so it is, so it’s always been
We all feed on tragedy
It’s like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I
Now that’s the good shit. Tool and A Perfect Circle have so many songs that just fit any angry/cynical situation you are ever in.
TOOL-Vicarious
Eye on the TV
’cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That’s my kind of story
It’s no fun ’til someone dies
Don’t look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother
Holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
’cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don’t lie
Why can’t we just admit it?
Why can’t we just admit it?
We won’t give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
The writers of stories sold
We won’t give pause until the blood is flowing
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can’t we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn’t have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.
So it is. So it’s always been.
We all feed on tragedy
It’s like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I
Now that’s the good shit. Tool and A Perfect Circle have so many songs that just fit any angry/cynical situation you are ever in.
I didn’t vote. I’m proud of it.
Cool, David.
I thought of you when I read this:
http://www.lewrockwell.com/lrc-blog/why-i-hosted-a-radio-show-instead-of-voting-yesterday/
I also thought of my (dang Hot) twenty-something dental hygienist. We agreed that No One should vote.
I needs muh a hot 20-year-old hygienist!
I couldn’t vote.
Mark Warner – or Gillespie?
It’s like being offered the “choice” of eating horse shit… or cow shit.
How about neither!
Yes, if they are going to expect us to vote, we need the “Brewster’s Millions” option – None of the Above
Because of the direct democracy stuff on the ballot I went to vote ‘no’ on it. Principle being if the government wants it, it can’t be good. It was a rare instance where I could actually say ‘no’ to being ruled (more) on a ballot IMO. Then because I was there ‘no’ for retaining all the judges. Then libertarian (none of the above) party on all offices one was running for. Everything else I abstained from.
While strict non-voters would not approve, I think what I did is acceptable given that I used to the vote to object to being ruled over rather than consenting to it. Of course it did absolutely no good.
The sheeple will tell you that if you don’t vote for either horse shit or cow shit, you have no right to complain about having to eat shit. That is one of the most deeply ingrained myths sustaining Western fascistic socialism in general and the USSA in particular. The opposite is in fact true: if you participate in the charade of voting, you have condoned the system and thereby consented to eat shit, thereby forfeiting your right to complain.
That said, I can envision limited circumstances in which voting in a local election would be a good idea. It would have to be local enough that you were personally familiar with the candidates and they would at least recognize you if they saw you on the street. And one of the candidates would have to be truly in line with your views on how the particular local office holder should conduct the business of the office. Probably won’t be happening in my lifetime.
Oh, but there’s less shit in the brownie than in the chocolate chip cookie!
nor did I and i was proud as well, especially when asked about it at work and explaining to the horrified hoi polloi my opinion of something that they hold in reverence.
a perfect example of the nonsense that is democracy is the fact that (R) Michael Grimm was re-elected.
I did vote – I’ve been doing it so long that I have not yet broken the habit. But I focused on the County elections.
I think Australia’s the only (erm.. “free”) country on the planet where voting’s compulsory.
The whole mess is a catch-22. You’re not allowed to vote unless you’re enrolled. You MUST enrol at age 18.
I’ve only ever heard of fines for non-voting, not non-enrolling.
In any case, voting is a trust issue. Regardless, no law can force anyone to support or join a man/woman/person/party/organisation, trust or otherwise.
Amerikah seems to have understood this basic right from the outset. One of our public broadcasters Derryn Hinch has been through this wringer a few times in court. I’m not sure what arguments he used but if he was fined then his shyster either ain’t that clever or is in on the scam. I believe the latter.
I’ve never enrolled, so they’ll have a hard time catching up with me on that issue alone.
Rainbow also had another – Kill The King (not by Megadeth). Makes me want to warm up my guitar this arvo:
Now if they’d just finished up with these two songs:
Megadeth’s Symphony of Destruction
The people that vote act just like this verse from the above song:
Just like the pied piper,
lead rats through the street,
we dance like marionettes,
swaying to the Symphony,
of destruction.
There can be no doubt that voting is the act of the voting person planning the destruction of the rights of another.
Black Sabbath’s War Pigs!
The name speaks for itself however my favorite parts are.
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor.
and
Day of judgement, god is calling,
on their knees the war pigs crawling.
Begging mercy for their sins,
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings…Oh lord, yeah!
Thanks David. I was also thinking of Symphony.
How about Stargazer by Rainbow, which is also relevant to the blind allegiance to any cult (something Clover doesn’t grasp):
Well before I became aware, I remember how I thought the people who liked that Black Sabbath music were demented and strange, especially the people who liked Iron Maiden’s ‘Run to The Hills’.
Funny how things change.
The Prisoner is one of my favorite metal songs of all time!
Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple were some of my faves in my formative years, although meanings in the lyrics have changed with age as they do.
Since then it’s been Dire Straits, ZZTop, Noiseworks, Ozzy Osbourne, Joe Satriani, Rainbow (70’s) and Gary Moore, but mainly for the guitar which I began playing in ’85.
Doesn’t matter who they are or proclaim to be, whether D’s or R’s, neither of them are qualified – let alone fit – to run a bath let alone a country.
Let’s make a song outta those lyrics 🙂
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
‘Cause there’s too many places
I’ve got to see
But, if I stayed here with you, (D or R) girl
Things just couldn’t be the same
‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird, you can not change
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I cant change
Bye, bye, baby it’s been a sweet love
Yeah, yeah
Though this feeling I can’t change
But please don’t take it so badly
‘Cause the Lord knows
I’m to blame
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