The World Has Gone Mad
I'm sitting behind my nice, sufficient frankenstein computer with a grimace, listening to Ultravox and singing along.
The more I read the news, the more I feel that the world is nothing but a circus freakshow, populated with trashy, Jerry Springer mutoids. This can't be true, can it? I try do do the intelligent thing, read all the news I can and make educated opinions, but do I really know what's going on? I will never know. If anything, I'm more susceptible to propaganda than the people who just don't care. Because I read the stuff. Because I subject myself to a barrage of confusing, contradicting lies and deceptions from every side. And yet I persist, because I think that amid all the smut, lies and agendas, some shred of truth will be revealed. But each day I feel I'm proven more and more wrong, as the papers rewrite history by the hour and the political parties influence the Truth As We Know It.
I wish I could be everywhere at once. I wish I could afford a trip to Iraq to see what's going on first-hand (without having to shoot people or support the shooting of people). I wish I could check out the touch-screen voting machines myself, see how easy it is to tamper with them. I wish I didn't have to rely on newspapers and news programs, even NPR, to spoonfeed me the news about our world. Together, they all make our planet seem so small, worthless and infantile, but ultimately I fail to believe this as a Truth. And the journalists, as a whole, have ultimately failed the country, perhaps because all of the high-profile ones are puppets for their respective, shady political parties.
I know I'm not the smartest bloke on the block, and I can't imagine that I'm in the top 10 percent of mindful people on planet earth. I'm just an average guy with probably average views on a number of things. All that I ask of the world is this: quit the bullshit, get to the core of things. What are you here for? What is the meaning of your life? Share that with the world, and stop wasting your time on lies and deceptions.
"When I was a boy there's a dream that I had
That a war if it's fought was for good against bad
And I woke up to find that the world had gone mad
And we'd all fall down
"And I feel like a child again sitting observing
You're toying with power, your fingers are burning
You're pushing so hard that the worms won't be turning
We'll all fall down
"While you try to pretend you're a god upon high
With your party ideals and your squeaky clean lies
When it comes to the crunch you're no smarter than I
And we'll all fall down
"If it's colour or creed or your old time religion
Well fighting for that shows a pure lack of vision
The fight that we strive is the fight to survive
And we'll all fall down
"Well look in the mirror and what do you see
An American, Russian, a soldier or me
When you've all pressed the buttons just where will you be
When we all fall down
"It gets harder to see just what future's in store for us
Hard to see through all the wool you pull over us
Words that you give are just words to console us
We'll all fall down
"And what will you do when you've pulled the release
When the sound of the thunder has drowned out the pleas
Cos after all that was your idea of peace
When we all fall down
"No sun for a world that once stood so tall
No wind's going to blow and no rain's going to fall
No flowers for graves, in fact no graves at all
When we all fall down"
Ultravox - All Fall Down
posted by novachild @ Tuesday, September 28, 2004,
