Queuing up for leaflets How to Get Ahead. Well one man grumbles next to me Thats the one I never read but no one tells me what I need so it doesnt really bother me. Outside someone sweeps the road I ask Is it good pay? Throw that leaflet in the bin and ask some other day. I do my job to make ends meet. Reasons they dont bother me. In the lineup by the sign that says Wait here until it comes everyone is standing in the rain doing mental sums. The fare has just gone up again so the weather doesnt bother them. The bus is late again. The driver smiles he knows that the people who complain at him will thank him when they go. Well I get paid and they pay me. So it doesnt really bother me. A kid walks down the pavement kicking stones and cans. His mother slaps him harder to make him understand. You can try and impress your friends but it doesnt really bother them. And his friends are laughing loudly but theyre feeling just like him. Theres always someone bigger who tells you You cant win. So they hang around in groups of ten pretending nothing bothers them. A man lumped in the corner was talking A to Z about where hed been and what hed done and why all his friend were dead. I know I drink too much said he but now it doesnt bother me. Nothing bothered anyone so I wondered Who am I to be the only person to ever wonder why? And someone said I was in the way. Does it bother you? No its okay.

Fast technology made a problem and advertised its own solution. Buy the latest speed it all up. Drive off into Science Fiction. Longing for a new sensation found one at the intersection. Adverts smiling for attention missing the turning-blew the engine. Bought a new one fuelled for process. Link roads linking speed to progress. Got there faster missed the views. Lost the meaning blew a fuse. Bought a new one different shade of image on the screen displayed in carparks at the service station. Home from home disorientation. Crossed the point of no admission. Commuter terminal collapse. Someone pull the plug on this one before the wire runs out and snaps. Get a spare one! Its too late! Half a headline in the paper. Someone drove too fast to mention. Here comes another edge to go over. Up to date but running on empty. Knew the risk forgot to check. Heard forgotten and repeated. Social scrap-yard full of wrecks. Heres a new promotion tactic unplug that and plug in this one. He who hesitates is dated. Make the most of what we make it. Repeat consume and undervalue to the tune of double bluff. You say you dont need it but you cannot get enough.

Ive got friends who are there to the end. Sharing past experience rejecting all the trends. Seeing through the everyday and leading their own lives. Creating tunes and phrases that help us all survive. Ive got friends who chose to settle down mortgages and babies getting married saving Pounds. So when I get to tell you these friends are all the same you start to get the picture - the shock is in the change. Growing older separates experience from now. What once was one big family is caught up in a row. Based on what we used to be divisions causing stress. Looked upon subjectively it all seems such a mess. Sat in stupid corners thinking were all alone. Not counting friends who went the way we never used to go. While theyre sat in the same corners feeling more or less the same. How many rules were broken to lead up to this game? How much freedom do we need before we give me of it away? Opinions need to loosen up if we really want some change. If every boundary we create excludes more than it retains then old friends are excluded and you have to think again.

Tremendous! Fab! the critics cried as unpopular culture was opened wide to show the world what wasnt hidden but up until then had been forbidden. With more open eyes than open minds the critics searched intent to find the latest act on the borderline between being coarse and showing fine. An image brought to public view that spurned the many to proclaim the few yet processes such that any threat was shown to be simple to forget. And for that falsehood the people flocked to be seen to be relishing what theyd mocked. Safe now the threat was public domain. All the old rebellion was shown to be safe radical chic for the strong gone weak. Handed on a plate what they were too scared to seek. Dressed in non-conformity the people took the hand that seemed to promise freedom but they couldnt understand that through the hands of the media and all the ways they are feeding it the content becomes less not more. Like getting the end result without knowing the score. Music has been raped and shed of all its power by the images fed. Beguiled by smiles presumed to be scorns. They bought the product and the cult was formed. Original music is always born but the way its produced can make it look deformed. Pity for the rebel who fought so strong to be put in the position where he didnt belong but hoped beyond the vision hed always had that some kind of good could emerge from the bad

Everyone gets a seat; no one gets left out. The desire to equalize is starting to numb us out. Blunting individuals looking far too wide beyond the need to understand that every single mind must know its own reflection not one that has been supplied. With over regulation weve nothing to decide. Without the risk of failure weve nothing to achieve. But when failures is the basis on which a brand new moral theme is set from past conceptions of an old morality how far does doctrination make it seem like a repeat? Invisible consensus. Value added facts. Standards shift without warning. Something starts to crack. Hear it on radio. See it on a screen. Read it in a paper. They tell me what it means in terms of having heard it somewhere else before but the media self-appointed are laying down new laws to give us more illusions and this one like disease has spread so well we find it hard to disbelieve. Political Correctness? Check the words out one by one. After years of media politics the first one is no fun. The correctness reeks of classrooms being taught to toe the line. So dont tell me it is natural or previously in our minds. Anyone with a conscience knows what is right or wrong. They are pushing what cannot be bought a reason to belong. PC is just a label not a statement of ID. Not a passport to be someone of some higher quality. When something says it for us and repeats it enough times we believe we hear a chorus of other peoples minds. Then we all become self-conscious and lose the basic need of expressing our opinions; it is the root of being free. Its only by discussion of a difference that is known. Learning by discerning who we meet and where we go. No one sets morality what you are is all your own. PC obscures reality. What you reap is what you sow.

Queuing up for jobs that we dont and demean us. Want to be a shop assistant? Lavatory cleaner? Spent a bomb on uniforms to justify low wages. Qualify by turning up and having smiley faces. And by the way your appearance isnt what we call supportive. You put your image up for sale the corporation bought it. Just do what we tell you to and keep your job forever or at least until we sack you cause computers do it better. Woke up with a job one day and I didnt want to work no more. Get a life before it is too late phone is sick of it all. When the only thing that jobs entail is endless repetition--stacking up and pulling down and making no decisions-then it is time to re-evaluate your actual position. How far does an opportunity become a prison? All our creativity is waiting to be used. If its not what youre working with find better things to do. Work and play should be combined together make it fun. Dont waste your life regretting it cause it is the only one.

Its all-channel mindset in Western World style between TV and work we all roam. While mad politicians cause wars and divisions in places a long way from home. Political power-crazy Generals on hills are bombing the people they know and making demands claming rights over land until their aint nowhere safe left to go. This is religion and so is this too and one of them therefore is wrong. It is the same old excuse to support fascist views You may live here but you dont belong. Family gathered to see what was left on the borders of what was once home. The country next door said Youre welcome Im sure but the law says youll soon have to go. The phrase ethnic cleansing is dressing in words racist oppression and death. When the last refugees have come out of the east how far will they have to go west? The refugees story gets left in the cold as we turn off the TV and go. Easy to ignore until it is at your front door then it is time to stay and not go.

Growing skin last washed forgotten when it would be getting rotten but for the rain. Sold times zero to shut out the refrain How come we never got to see you again? Not so much trapped as preferring to hide. Dont open the door unless youre going outside. Living on nothing getting too expensive. Turned it inside out and lost the friendship. With a mood of defiance and not wanting it becoming reliant on the fact it exists. Searching for something better that this? Throw out the pieces that never would fit. And throw out the jig…saw you coming for miles. Emptied the bin with a picked up the phone with a had a few words with a wrote it all down with a smile. And time stood still like good times do while bad times hovered in the recent past. Talking them over lets you know you can choose between cutting them dead or letting them last. And the choosing is the using of your own self-esteem. Did you like it as it was? Or has it never really been? Some people want it dirty and others like I clean denying theres an area thats lying in-between. Watching the blind leading the blind gives you the time to use your mind. Plenty of skin to grown back again plenty of room outside the one youre in.

Acclimatized slowly to image distortion. Selling the wares and wearing so thin. Which is worse to be in or out of proportion? Documentality always stays in. Squarely screened and sat to face the facts the content lost the meaning cause they didnt show the cracks. Credits roll and take their toll on the roads that shape the fields where the factory tractor ploughs the truth and buries what is real. Overlaid the essence with the smell of leisure time. Culture waste as public taste gets dulled and undefined. Belief in the disposable is just like being blind. So brighten up the packaging and put up a few more signs. Eat this fast food. Read this. Buy Now. Main Course. Soundtrack. Discover just how. We win. You lose. Who? What? Where? When? Only joking. Sit back then forget and start again. Ive been told Ive got a mind of my own and they say you cant believe anything youre told. Well I read how easy it was to make decisions. And I saw someone like you on the television.

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It could make me wanna sit down and cry, Everything we'll ever be has to die, Everything we ever were is dead, I cannot believe what I've had It could make me wanna turn around, I don't wanna be lost and not found, Everything that I lose, it just turns me upside down Whatever I did on the way to bec ...

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