They're burning the American flag on the gave of the unknown soldier
And as the constitution rots on the back burner of the citizen's minds
The politicians laugh, smile, and make merry with one another
The working class hero's energies are best spent on other things
Paying bills, buying beer, and paying the taxes of consumption
All the freedom fighters have been shot down dead in the streets
Somewhere between Starbucks and the liquor store
Their own apathy lodging itself between their activism and their idealism
Like the bullet of a suicidal man ten seconds after filling the air with gunsmoke
And they call this progress, four steps forward ... then two back
I beg of you oh great liberators lay your idiocracy down in its grave
For Jon Stewart will not lead the revolution
And it will not explode with the public grandure of Seattle, circa 1999
I say to you my friends pack a lunch and grab a brick
For we must shatter the windows of today and let tomorrow in the room
And if we must close our eyes in fear than we must
For the next leap forward may kill us all
But, I'm willing to go down making this world a better place
I'm willing to suck my last breath of air, if it means a better tomorrow
So go ahead plot revolution on Friday nights
Over indie rock and Natty Light
And even if it means the dance is dead
I will die before I claim your revolution
Of weak back pedaling Capitalistic alliances
And when I am looking down on those who supply your vices
I will dance on your grave and theirs
And Emma Goldman and I will spit on you and your indulgences
For you will never overthrow the system you willingly became a slave too
Because it overthrew you years ago

Robeson screams into the night
The eyes of a thousand young liberals open wide
They suddenly realize the slogans and t-shirts don't mean shit
Bohemia isn't art school on daddy's money
And true Socialists aren't addicted to the poisons of Capitalism
The revolution is over
All your little folk-punk heroes can't bring it back
And Pete Seeger's voice is weak and broken
Abbie's dead
Where do we go from here?
To Starbucks to drown ourselves in the corporate monoculture
Or maybe outside to inhale our teenage rebellion
Turned into our Red Badge of Capitalism
And suddenlly, we realize it's all over everything has changed
We all dreamnt we saw Joe Hill last night
But it was an acid trip
A hallucination that will never spawn conversation
And if it does, that's as far as it goes
If we spin the Pentagon
We aren't pacifists
And we can't have that
Political theatre in the streets
Instead we watch a fat rich man
Complain about other fat rich men
For eight dollars
And call that the revolution
I was a sellout the day I was born
I will be until the day that I die
This isn't about giving in anymore
It's about seeing the truth and moving beyond it
It's about growing up and not just talking about it
The real revolution starts when you quit caring what others think
When you can get past the social planning
With the beer and cigarettes
And develop the stamina to run the streets
And the lung capacity to breathe the tear gas
When you're ready to fight come see me
Until then keep your fashionable opinions
Away from my revolution
Because I swear to God I'll burn them to the ground

Currently Listening Kind of Blue By Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Cannonball Adderley, Bill Evans see related

The World Of The Internet Is Oh So Entertaining

So, some kid threatend me on my guestbook on here. I should add I find this all terribly humorous, seriously. If you want to kick my ass, just do it. Don't threaten my online like we are in middle school. The person that does this seems to know who I am and what I look like ... so really whoever you are quit making idle threats and just bring it on. I'm not really afraid of getting my ass best, as a matter of fact, I'm overdue. Just keep in my mind, as long as I don't throw a punch, which I won't, it's assault.

Anyways, time to leave the mildly amusing situation that has occured on here and get onto things that matter more than that, like the Daytime Emmy Awards. Not really, so life is really good right now. School is great, my classes are actually going to be really interesting this quarter ... although I did have to drop one because of going to New York for radio.

Speaking of radio, you should all checkout my radio show "Radio Without Pants" every Wednesaday from 6pm-9pm at http://listen.to/wwsu. I play indie rock, older alternative rock, folk, 60's rock music, new wave, underground hip-hop, and really anything I think is interesting musically.

I don't think I've actually talked about work on here in a positive manner in a while. So, I also going to do that. CD Connection is great at the moment, I just got a promotion and a fifty cent raise. Which, I know gloating about is pretty much against everything I believe in. But, I look at it this way ... I've worked there three years and done a pretty decent job and really put my heart and soul into helping people find music they'll like when they let me. So, forgive me if I am a traitor to some great cause for a moment and enjoy the fruits of my labor.

And finally, I'm not single anymore. I don't really feel the need to dive into any of the intimate details because honestly, nobody besides me and the girl I'm dating needs to have open access to that information. I will just leave at the fact she makes me happy.

Okay, I think that's enough blogging for one day ... maybe I will return tomorrow with something I don't know a bit more cynical or poetic. You know, the normal stuff.

Fuck Your Job, Fuck Their Deadlines, Fuck Their Expectations, Fuck Whatever's Going On

Alright, time to level with everyone. I'm moving along the road to going nuts fairly quickly, and I will admit this is partially my own fault.

I haven't been sleeping in any type of normal pattern for months now, my diet is either junk food or one meal a day (meaning my diet isn't at all healthy), and now with school starting and my job at the record store and radio station I am about ready to lose it.

I've mentioned it to some of my friends, and they all say they did it so can I. They're miserable, there isn't any fun in their lives. They're just drones drifting from one place to the next following the orders of whatever educational or social machine that bellows at them the loudest.

I will not live that life, ever. Misery isn't for me, no amount of financial stability is worth it. Not now, not ever.

The outbound busses are escape routes
For those bold enough to go
To leave it all behind
And live their lives upon the road
Lately this tiny town has been breaking me down
The big city is a concrete coffin that surrounds
Too many people and too many cars
Too many malls and too many bars
I just want a place that I can make my own
Somewhere new that I can build my home
Cuz these highways are filled with dreamers
And I want to travel them with you
We won't stop until tomorrow
Until everything we knew has come unglued
Cuz the ideas we've been thinkin'
Got us trapped inside a cage
And I'm lookin' for a way out
For new writing on an old page
So I slip out into nothing
And my fear drives me back home
I wan't to leave it all behind
But, I can't do it alone
So, if you'll hold my hand
Together we'll face a life of uncertainity
Without the demons of a small town
Or the fakeness of cities
Cuz it's a manufatured world that we're living in today
And when we pave over the grass
Where will the children play
We work our 9-5s
We never question why
We work, reproduce, get drunk, and fuck
And then one day we all die
How gloriously American
How valiantly red, white, and blue
A patterned life for a well trained culture
That I want to come unglued
So just drop the bomb on us tonight
Make us start again
Without a dollar to our names
Only our thoughts and our friends
Cuz that's all that I really want
And a little house where I can sleep
We can walk barefoot through the forrest
And get dew on our feet
But, the tetnus in these cities
Has us stepping too careful these days
So we're all too distracted
To look around and be amazed
And sometimes I just want to die 
I just want to get away
Cuz there's freedom in a wooden box
And I'm decaying anyway
There's no hope in anything we see 
It's just consumeristic greed
But we'll all learn to live with it
Cuz we're too afraid to die
We'll break our backs for bosses
And live lives we don't enjoy
But, in the end what does it matter
We're all corpses anyway
So take it up the ass
Here in the USA
Get a job and fancy car
Drown yourself down at the bar
Never speak a word of truth
Learn to hate the wide eyed youth
Who tell you that your full of shit
Even though even you believe it
Give in, Give up, wave the flag
It's the American dream baby
And I want to dance it's ashes