Everything we do is suspect when viewed through the Tit For Tat looking glass of long term thinking.
We fight never ending wars where nothing changes except the body count.
We invent life giving / taking chemicals, machines and processes.
We struggle daily against new and evermore insidious forms of bondage.
But the whole scheme is okay because our modern society says it is.
Occasionally we glance back in horror at our bloody tracks.
And are compelled to admit that its business as usual.
We’re dancing in evolution’s ginormous charade.
Allowing the chips to fall where they may.
Which just happens to be on us.
Slowly shite’s piling up.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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Dead Kennedys – Chemical Warfare
Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses
Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
Been sitting there for years
I’m gonna have at it
I cut through the fence, i run in and grab it
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy…
Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it
On a country club full of Saturday golfers
So I can watch them die chokin’ shakin’in convulsions
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy
Crazy crazy crazy crazy…
Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
Panic in the air
See the headless chickens runnin’
Golf carts head on crashin’
Crackin’ heads wide open
Scratch the grass, mister, you can’t breath
And roll and writhe in a sandtrap
Starting to heave
Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe
Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy
Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
Yellow air
Yellow clouds
Blowin’ down down down the fairway
Sensitive to the touch
Mowin’ down the putting green
Heading straight for the big clubhouse
Where the stuffed country club
Effervescent ladies, so carefree
Relax, pose by the pool
Limber limp with a dry martini
Until….
Lyrics courtesy: http://www.sing365.com/music/Lyric.nsf/Chemical-Warfare-lyrics-Dead-Kennedys/1499C5193184502748256AD60029F9CA
Thank you so much to my loving wife for the title of this story.
She was admonishing me about being too crazy when she blurted out that I could be mentally ill within reason. It don’t have to be unreasonable.
Turns out shes right. Beeyatch.