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"The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" by Gil Scott-Heron
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Feb 14, 2009
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New developments in the reality of money.
Bush has apparently collapsed the entire value of our monetary system.
In an attempt to legitimize the U.S. economy our new president asks for 800 billion dollars that do not exist
and Congress agrees without even reading the legislation.
So, with the exception of President Obama (perhaps),
our leaders are agreeing to create money they do not have
by methods and strategy that they have not studied.
Or perhaps I am being misled by a Republican who appears to have regained critical thinking abilities after eight years of Bush adoration.
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Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
Legalize It