Monday, March 24, 2008

To the confusion of our enemies

In light of recent events, anniversaries, birthdays and etceteras, I offer up an unoriginal post. It's just a song by a band I really admire, whom I've met and chatted with. It's probably one of the best-written songs about this sort of thing.

If this song is about you, you'll know it, and for those of you that I'm not writing this post about that take this song to heart, blessings at you too.



To all the given ups, the special needs crew.
To all those who were told "we didn't need you."
To all the people who are eating all alone,
you know something fucked that kid up good.
To all those who wake up at dawn,
underpayed and then shit upon.
To all my friends who never had a chance.
To those who closed their eyes,
thinking they'd be better off...for now.
To those who felt that the gods kept them from getting out,
this town.

To spite as a reason.
To clothes out of season.
To those stuck in caskets as nails hammer in.
Just keep screaming out...I'm still not dead.

To the ugly ones with the bad teeth,
staring at the pretty people that they can't meet.
Staring at the magazines on the endcaps,
that fuck your head up good.
To all those buried in the ground,
God knows I wish you were around,
to laugh and cuss about what's going down.
To those who stand watching the last bus as it drives away...again.
Those those who see that by not playing and not giving in...they win.

To have no good reason,
To no cuts and lesions.
And to the confusion of our enemies.
Just keep screaming out...I'm still not dead yet.
Don't bury me yet.

2 comments:

fineartist said...

Kicken song, and I think it just about covers everybody, just about.

Jennifer said...

Something tells me I shouldn't click PLAY until MrZ is done with his conference call. You know how easily ruffled the Ping & Footjoy crowd can be sometimes.

So yeah, hella apropos, considering recent events & anniversaries.

I'll be tuning in to the News tonight to see how Kwame fares today. I keep hoping this situation is the first edge of the shitstorm, and when the storm system passes, the sun will come out and the grass will turn green and the daffodils will bloom and Detroit will rise again.

March -- such an uplifting month in Michigan.