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Theodemocracy
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- A blind child skids on the icy floor
The tough guy freezes outside the door
Dead soldiers abound they litter the shore
Gashes wounds marrow and open sores
No, no, no, no
The snow it falls but no snowman in sight
After all this it just wouldn't be right
This little Hamlet cowers in fright
Got bandits and thugs but no white knight
Hope bells, sing a song a sound
Church thugs run out of town
Now we can sing again
Theodemocracy down.
Coyotes, crows and filthy flies
Gather around till the next one dies
A baby screams and its mother cries
Tonight's dinner: the father's thighs
Hope bells, sing a song a sound
Church thugs run out of town
Now we can sing again
Theodemocracy down.
There's only static on the radio
No distractions from your favorite show
In this brutal life everyone's a crow
It's all just a handmaid's tale
No, no, no, no
Hope bells, sing a song a sound
Church thugs run out of town
Now we can sing again
Theodemocracy down.
[And after all the fact that things depend upon your point of view, or that it's relative, is so simple. And if only the philosophers realized what the problem was that the physicists had they could have decided by brain work that it was impossible to tell how fast you were moving and they could have made an enormous contribution]
Theodemocracy down.
[Now is it even absolutely definitely philosophically necessary that you shouldn't be able to tell how fast you are moving without looking outside. In other words whether the thing is measurable or not is not something that can be decided a priori but something that can only be measured by]
Fiddling Around
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Immigrate!,
released 06 June 2009
Price, Lyons, Baucom
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