Thursday, May 23, 2013

A Repost of Political Cynicism

I can't believe the way that I have been neglecting my blog. I get into these cycles now and then, but I truly think the past few months have been the worst in terms of me finding time (and inspiration) to put something up here. The reasons are both work and personal, but so it goes.

In the meantime, I am going to repost something I put up back in 2008 during the last national election cycle. Most readers of this blog know that I am a Genesis fan, and that I think keyboardist Tony Banks is a brilliant writer. Below are the lyrics to his song "Red Day on Blue Street." Being British, Tony probably wouldn't have had his eye much on American politics, and the song was written before the "Red State" / "Blue State thing became part of the political lexicon.

Anyway, I think most of us can identify with his general cynical disgust over the political scene. Of course, there are truly good men and women in the system, and they do fight the best they can for right and justice. But there are more than enough snakes in the grass too. Read and ponder.



RED DAY ON BLUE STREET
(Tony Banks/Nik Kershaw)

They're kissing babies and telling me lies
They're taking over my television
They're making noises that sound so wise
Trying to influence my decision

Rituals old fashioned
With speeches so proud and passionate
Hope reigns, fears rule
I may be crazy but I'm not such a fool
No such fool

Red day on blue street
And this world promises everything
Old shoes on new feet
Again nothing changes
Red day on blue street

Here comes a man with a face so sincere
Here comes another with power on his mind
Both with a want for a word in my ear
Both with a message of hope for my kind

Heads of this nation
Fight lies with misinformation
And this gives, that takes
One or the other for the difference it makes
None at all

Red day on blue street
And this world promises everything
Old shoes on new feet again
Nothing changes
Red day on blue street

We are the chosen ones
You have asked us to serve you
We deserve you

It's going the way that we said it would
We say that you never had it so good
No one's a loser who plays our game
The difference is clear, we just changed our name
Nobody knows that it's just the same

Red day on blue street
Or how about
Blue day on red street
It doesn't matter, it really doesn't
It doesn't matter, it really doesn't

Somebody showing me the magical way
Somebody waving the key to my chains
They must believe I was born yesterday
They must believe I've got sand for my brains

Members historical
Woo me with words rhetorical
Blood runs, mud flies
Can't see a thing for the wool in my eyes
In my eyes

Red day on blue street
And this world promises everything
Old shoes on new feet again
Nothing changes

Red day on blue street
This world promises everything
Old shoes on new feet again
Nothing changes

Red day on blue street
Street, promises everything
Old shoes on new feet again
Nothing changes

Red day on blue street


© HIDDEN PUN MUSIC INC

P.S. By the way, I should say this for the record -- and it should be obvious by my previous posts. I think elections do matter.  My concern is that the entire mindset, morality and worldview of our culture has changed, and not by accident.

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