SUPERMARKET NIHILISM

 
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows

The government is corrupt
And we’re on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn

We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

It went like this:

The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies
Picked through the rubble
And pulled out their hair

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze

I said, ”Kiss me, you’re beautiful –
These are truly the last days”

You grabbed my hand
And we fell into it
Like a daydream
Or a fever

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it’s the valley of death

I open up my wallet
And it’s full of blood

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(Lyrics/poetry from the song ”The Dead Flag Blues” by Godspeed You! Black Emperor.)

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PS.

Det sitter en tiggare vid den där Mammonbyggnaden. Jag gav pengar till henne, tittade upp såg en välbärgad äldre dam stirra på mig. Hon skakade på huvudet. Ibland vill jag kräkas upp blålera. Ignorans. I framtiden: ”Det var en fruktansvärd tid det, stackars människor! Vad gjorde du då? Inte mycket, det fanns inte mycket man kunde göra.” Jo, det fanns saker du kunde gjort. Det finns saker som du kan göra. Och det finns saker som du kan göra i framtiden.