Yesterday Morning
Yesterday morning, I awoke
Like most mornings
Like most mornings
I was still dead I walked
Out of my drug infested slum
Into my computerized car
Down the freeways of my mind
Searching for the pot of golden dreams
Out of my drug infested slum
Into my computerized car
Down the freeways of my mind
Searching for the pot of golden dreams
I stopped in at a restaurant
Drank copious amounts of free coffee
And saw all the people
Drank copious amounts of free coffee
And saw all the people
One by one disappearing into the crowds
All I knew was wrong
All I knew was wrong
Or worst yet a figment of your imagination
Every person changed
Transformed into an interchangeable computer's robot
Every person changed
Transformed into an interchangeable computer's robot
All the same
All the same
All the same
Everything living in instant suburbia
Moving their meaningless life
Moving their meaningless life
All the same all the same
Not me screamed my coffee as I sat
Yet another victim
Of our creeping collective insanity
Not me screamed my coffee as I sat
Yet another victim
Of our creeping collective insanity
Just cogs in the wheel
Cogs in the wheel
Cogs in the wheel
And so I go down the road
And get in line
And get in line
Republikanische Automaten (Republican Automatons) - George Grosz
My aim is to be understood by everyone. I reject the "depth" that people demand nowadays, into which you can never descend without a diving bell crammed with cabalistic bullshit & intellectual metaphysics. This expressionistic anarchy has got to stop... A day will come when the artist will no longer be this bohemian, puffed-up anarchist but a healthy man working in clarity within a collectivist society.
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