The Great Wake 57: Punk The Pushers

 

When officials begin talking about spaceships and aliens, believe none of it.  It's a scam, a diversion, a call out to the hysterical.  Next, it'll be air quality and solar flares, go inside everybody.  Then comes the harmful sound decibels, grab your muffs.  Hear no evil.

Pay little attention, the babbling words of nothing continues.  The easy life of observation, it's in your head, take up for yourself, keep your peace, they don't deserve it.  Rock it out if you have to, punk the pushers, destroy all the stratocasters and telecasters, get that high tone reverbed feedback.  Say anything.  These are cardboard people.

The serious are seriously living, knowing each heartbeat is a true miracle, knowing life doesn't last, looking forward with hope to what's next.  Days, seasons, years, let them transpire without any narration but your own.  You are witnessing exactly what you are witnessing-- our American Pie is nothing but a mess of crumbs and crust. Officials went to town, the evidence is evident, officials stole our country and pawned it off.  Unofficially, these guilty officials are guilty of treason.