SOUNDS LIKE NOW

As the sun sweeps, sweeps across the heavens
As the moonlight will chase away the day
I see all the same things happening
Oh my people
The same things happening
The pendulum sway
Every morning there’s more talk of murder
Every morning at least one less alive
They say all the same things happened
Oh my people
The same things happened
They tell the same lie
The words are not peaceful, separate not equal
The power to the government never to the people
Movies show apocalypse, we’re living through the sequel
I thought in time things would change
In fact they stay the same
How can people live with all this pain?
With all the blood in my veins
I can’t stay in this place
The cost of living, oh the cost of living

The price you pay right up until you die
The crumbling buildings, oh the city’s killing
All it’s children right before our eyes
There goes another one

i heard this between segments on democracy now and thought wow who is it and it was damon locks, a guy i met a long time ago, so i wrote the label and they sent the lyrics. 

i got a disturbing note calling me one of the self-described intellectuals, nature lovers who complain about the land grab and hide in the bushes, and i sent a reply i hope was less unhinged. i think we only need to follow our instinct once we find it and if someone wants to castigate us for that well it's on them. i could do more, though i'm not sure what. the land grab has the park district, the museums, the university of chicago, the city of chicago, a host of rafts that have hitched up to obomba's cruise line, hoping not to get capsized in his wake, unlimited money, and the courts. all i really got is this here blog, and my thumping heart.

i would never describe myself as an intellectual. i do love nature, yes, and i like to hide in bushes, but they are getting thin on the ground in obombaland.