Slogan
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Be all that you can be
Except when it doesn’t fit with economic greed
And when you’re really becoming truly better
Happy, Mature, Wise and Weathered
Instead stay afraid, dependent and fixed
and believe the dreams we push in your eyelids
Take a licking and keep on ticking
like the tough mother fucking shit you is
N’T
Obey your thirst
Do what feels right
Say you’re a warrior for peace
But steal from the poor and glorify the fight
You say you’re confused
But you’re in good hands
This is a Jetson wonderland
If you keep reminding yourself everyday
maybe one day it will seem real that way
Or
maybe you won’t know what’s real anymore
We’re copying this mega culture
and trying to conform
It’s really great, isn’t it, bjorn
that you can travel round the Earth
Go to McDonald’s, not know you’re in Perth
Think differently or just say you will
Reach out and touch someone
or at least text, you got time to kill
We all become ghosts of all the TV shows and faded glory
cynical of happier times when virtue was a worry
We see the sparkle, and still deceived
apathetic, but tell me, why did we ever believe
Reminded of compassion
We pause in seeming weakness
and ceasing dis-believing
our hearts that we are leaving
I daresay, this heresy, I pray
a noble ache to speak, say
To sleep perchance to dream, do I
these words appear, yet not from my
just echoes of persephone’s breath
only demons, echoes, nothing left
This noise invades our hearts our homes
it’s time to insist it leave us alone
And yes, cast them out, like the demons they are
like the demons they are
Maybe silence will fill it up for a while
And we’ll have to live, like we’re out of style
These questions without answers
this life without sin
This is not the world advertisers
want us living in
What is the truth, I simply don’t know
except for me, my eyes, my way to go
If it’s not the way for future generations
we have to work harder because they need saving
Yes.
I think we’re all about to be breaking
No slogans
No logos
Just future be making
And plans re arranging
I know I’m not strong
but if we all work together
maybe we can all get along
And instead of a jingle
sing a real glory song
Except when it doesn’t fit with economic greed
And when you’re really becoming truly better
Happy, Mature, Wise and Weathered
Instead stay afraid, dependent and fixed
and believe the dreams we push in your eyelids
Take a licking and keep on ticking
like the tough mother fucking shit you is
N’T
Obey your thirst
Do what feels right
Say you’re a warrior for peace
But steal from the poor and glorify the fight
You say you’re confused
But you’re in good hands
This is a Jetson wonderland
If you keep reminding yourself everyday
maybe one day it will seem real that way
Or
maybe you won’t know what’s real anymore
We’re copying this mega culture
and trying to conform
It’s really great, isn’t it, bjorn
that you can travel round the Earth
Go to McDonald’s, not know you’re in Perth
Think differently or just say you will
Reach out and touch someone
or at least text, you got time to kill
We all become ghosts of all the TV shows and faded glory
cynical of happier times when virtue was a worry
We see the sparkle, and still deceived
apathetic, but tell me, why did we ever believe
Reminded of compassion
We pause in seeming weakness
and ceasing dis-believing
our hearts that we are leaving
I daresay, this heresy, I pray
a noble ache to speak, say
To sleep perchance to dream, do I
these words appear, yet not from my
just echoes of persephone’s breath
only demons, echoes, nothing left
This noise invades our hearts our homes
it’s time to insist it leave us alone
And yes, cast them out, like the demons they are
like the demons they are
Maybe silence will fill it up for a while
And we’ll have to live, like we’re out of style
These questions without answers
this life without sin
This is not the world advertisers
want us living in
What is the truth, I simply don’t know
except for me, my eyes, my way to go
If it’s not the way for future generations
we have to work harder because they need saving
Yes.
I think we’re all about to be breaking
No slogans
No logos
Just future be making
And plans re arranging
I know I’m not strong
but if we all work together
maybe we can all get along
And instead of a jingle
sing a real glory song