You and me, we keep walking around and we see all the bullshit around us

A long war far away (that one with a draft). Nixon campaign theme “Dems take your money and give it to black people.”
Jefferson Airplane – House at Pooneil Corners – Manhattan Rooftop Concert (1968)

You and me, we keep walking around and we see all the bullshit around us…
You try and keep your mind on what’s going down;
Cant help but see the rhinoceros around us….
Then you wonder what you can be, and you do what you can to get far and high…
And you know I’m still gonna need you around…
And you know I’m still gonna need you around….
You say it’s healing, but nobody’s feeling it;
Somebody’s dealing, somebody’s stealing,
And you say you don’t see, and you don’t;
You say you won’t know and you won’t, when it comes…
Everything, someday, will be gone except silence;
The earth will be quiet again…
Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence
Left as the memory of men…
There will be no survivors, my friend.
Suddenly everyone will look surprised, stars spinning wheels in the skies,
Sun is scrambled in their eyes,
Circles like a vulture…
Some stood at the window and cried one tear;
I thought that would stop the war, but someone is killing me…
That’s the last time I do think anymore;
Jelly and juice and bubbles, bubbles on the floor…
Castles on cliffs vanished, cliffs like heaps of rubbish
Seen from the stars, hour by hour, as splinters, scraps, and black powder.
From here to heaven is a scar,
Dead center, deep as death;
All the idiots have left… (All the idiots have left…)
Cows are almost cooing, turtle doves are mooing;
Which is why a Pooh is poohing in the sun…
Sun…

Another Dedicated To #ows

Absolute must hear this: The Haunted Windchimes, A Ballad Of Human Progress:

Ballad of Human Progress
(I. Lujan)
There’s an old country road, leads to a river
An old wooden fence, surrounds all the sinners
Who stand by their graves
wonderin’ what they done wrong
There’s a train whistle blowing
Across a fiery dessert
In search for the New Land
There treacherous weather
Is headin’ for the mountain
To preach a brand new way
And it’s full of politicians, bankers and lawyers
A fast talking man, been armed to destroy us
And keep us from the truth
Consume, consume, consume.
Lies, lies
Don’t believe them, don’t believe them
and westward the head
Ravaging the villages
They burn all the dead
Their world is for the privileged
And you’re not one of them
You’re just a number
So they came up with races, boarders and fences
And job occupations, and classifications
Their aimed to conquer, divide, divide, divide
Lies, lies
Don’t believe them, don’t believe them
We’re just one race, one color, one number
We’re just one man, one father, one mother
We must unite, before they take our lives
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