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{"playlist":[{"title":"Dearly Beloved","artist_name":"Des Pickard - I want to hold you - I want to hold you like a human shield - Somebody sold you, so now you're pressed to me: you're my accessory. Fashion is gold, too, when it's a profitable degree revealed, so the deplorables knew I'm what's best to be - you're my accessory. And when it's all due - they're gonna come through YOU to get to ME - that's when you'll find out you're dead to me, as I melt away like smoke. I should've told you - ere ends my party too soon, you're all, okay to be at your funeral, just so's I'm the one that's WOKE, WOKE, WOKE. I will be WOKE, WOKE, WOKE, WOKE. I want to hold you - I want to hold you like a human shield - and then I'll fold you for the next divine soiree. Dearly beloved: We are gathered here: Today. ","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Dearly-Beloved.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/giphy.gif?fit=480%2C270&ssl=1","duration":"1:48","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"","artist_name":"Des Pickard - Rule by a fool isn't cool, to be sure - he couldn't even say \"nuclear\" - he talked like (and well, okay murdered) the poor - all instead of enduring their fate. Rule by the rulers as cool as to be - that's what we call Meritocracy - by anyone other than you and I see your embarrassment redden to hate, I see your embarrassment redden to hate - and I'm in a Blue Blue State - a Blue Blue State. Without your love I am utterly blue - what in the world do you want me to do? No don't answer that, it's okay, really, no, wait - I'm in a Blue State. Hand in your land to a banker or king - if you want it all squandered on gambling - the banditry generally stand to the bling at an inverse proportional rate: so, swaddled in twaddle and pablum and puns - in bubbles to match the financial ones - with our knowledge we play \"keep away\" from the Huns - from the Barbarians at the gate - and now there are barbarians at the gate - outside of my Blue Blue State - I'm in a Blue Blue State - without your love I may be turning blue - what in the world do you want me to do? No don't answer that, hang on, no really, no wait - blue state. Whether it's breadth of the wallet or head, is how the ocracy's merited - or which it'd be best to inherit instead to be master of everyone's fate - make of the hats or what's under the hats? Plutocrats or technocrats? There was another word ended with that but it's - hang on, no it's okay, really, no wait - \"Liberal\" as literally fit to be free - rituals of sensitivity tell us who's meant in our presence to speak and our young men and women to date - Now, every four years we find out who prefers their CEOs to their managers - I guess it's okay till the next one occurs and it's \"Darling, don't say it's too late\" - Darling, don't say it's too late for me and my Blue Blue State &c okay your tolerance even for intellect falls - the more the goddamned intellectuals - treat whether the unlettered or poor should be culls as the meaning of all the debate - and I'm in a Blue State","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/Blue-Blue-State.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/Blue-Blue-State2.gif?fit=600%2C261&ssl=1","duration":"4:34","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Girl I Gave My Chauffeur","artist_name":"by Des Pickard - That girl I gave my chauffeur - That girl I'm holding down - She knows my game's not over: You know I own this town. You don't say \"Lay hands off her:\" You sigh and go to bed: It's complicated. It's complicated. It's complicated, (the way you tolerate it) \/\/ Those times I sicced my pitbull upon those playground kids - \"Oh I'm so sorry it pulled free: Don't make a _case_ of it.\" You say: \"It's not so simple: They're always playing dead. It's complicated. It's complicated. it's complicated!\" \u2026 the way you tolerate it: \"Some girls are not so decent! Shoot daggers from their eyes! It's just a he-said-she-said - she should have to compromise, or there can be no reset: 'unlock the cellar door, stop tearing off the pe[ ]ce that we can't find a partner for'\" \/\/ That girl I gave my chauffeur Keeps Trying to Scratch his Face!!!_ Before that, it was \"Oh, for Pete's sake, won't you _clean_ the place?\" But mostly it's a \"go\" for: that little thing you said: \"It's complicated. It's complicated. It's complicated.\" \/\/ Your bill and someone paid it: Making your \"we did\" \"they did\" is complicated.","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Girl_I_Gave_My_Chauffeur.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Girl-I-Gave-My-Chauffeur.gif?fit=480%2C271&ssl=1","duration":"2:15","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Commandments of Love","artist_name":"by Des Pickard - Remember when they wouldn't be spying, shutting down precrime with their prescience? Were we so evidently resigned, ready to see microaggressions as no better than the military kind? Remember peacetime? - See above. Who wrote the ten Amendments to the Ten Commandments of Love? Did unacknowledged legislators pray to a Hey Jude-iciary: \"Is it okay how the Excec-u-tioner is now the judge and jury? If you're worried you can leave poll queries at usa.gov. Who wrote the ten Amendments to the Ten Commandments of Love? Commandment one, you'll find no greater love before Me, Two: your TLDR convictions; Three: you'll let you and your community be entertaining fictions Four and Five: You will rest as you did with your mom and your dad the Queen and the king: All the rest: you will never murder our love \u2013 or anybody much, not while I'm [loo]king. Did manufacturers of bromides manage our broken magna cartas saying \"manumission was a thrill ride buddy but home is where the hardest and the most important part is, where it's priorities come to shove.\" Commandments of \u2026 Commandments of\u2026 The hotter things are getting for us, blood'll run more as Gordon Gecko's \u2013 does Narcissus vanish in this puddle if there'll be no more echoes as we heckle from the sofas, helplessly hope for Gorbachev \u2013 Who wrote the ten ","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Commandments-of-Love.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/Narcissus-1.gif?fit=200%2C200&ssl=1","duration":"2:33","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"The Afterlife","artist_name":"by Des Pickard - I have the right to Inner Peace 'cos I hate War - And because ending Poverty's another thing I'm for, to three Rolls Royces and a couple mansions, same as everyone! And I have the right to be sent to Heaven --- I have the right to censor speech 'cos I hate Hate and to consensus 'cos for all and each, the Nature State is how we need to feed to some pack leader the \"Thy will be done\" and I have the right to be Sent to Heaven - I have the right to be --- In a world of sweet simplicity above the Air, and it's comfortably silent and it's dark out there, where the final disagree-er has been blown away and we'll make this planet here like the moon Someday --- I have the right to have my world Sustainable, Meaning that I'm never asked to do a thing at all to sustain it by this stain with which it's overrun and I have the right to be sent to Heaven --- I have the right to find my place above the air where there's no-one next to me for anybody to care for, see - where everything is force, a thing is free of strife: The Afterlife, the Afterlife, the Afterlife, The After --- I have the right to inner peace cos I love Death; and when this dying planet breathes its final breath, It's not relieved, you'd better bet, by anything I've done - Cos I have the right to Peace and to trample rival beasts, and to peace and to be sent to Heaven (for moon graphic, unauthorized props to http:\/\/lroc.sese.asu.edu\/posts\/707)","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/Best-Take-The-Afterlife-2019-11-23.wav","poster_image":"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/lossy-LRO-moon-gif.gif?fit=600%2C600&ssl=1","duration":"2:35","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Manhattan","artist_name":"Des Pickard: My folks are ready to go down with Manhattan, like a good captain should plan to do at sea. And I to go after in the camps we'll be kept in, with the lefties and the Arabs and American Democracy. And though the chance is slimming that this won't happen in the next decade or two, what comforts me is if I stand up in (and to) America, then win or lose American Democracy - American Democracy - I won't need to outlive American Democracy. Each year I go and say farewell to Manhattan in the first week of September, just in case. I see my folks, I take that boat out to Staten, see the old Mayflower Madam and we never leave blast radius. We see the goods, we like to think they're well-gotten as she proudly flaunts an ice-cream cone at me. And she will mean more than (and to) America, or when we lose American Democracy - American Democracy - I won't need to outlive American Democracy. Well you can lie awake defending Manhattan like we tell our troops they're doing where it's day - defend her from the state we're putting Baghdad in and of half the world we've garrisoned to keep the other half at bay. \"Kill all the ----- cowards\" said General Patton, and what a pack of winners we turned out to be - land of the free, home of the free, moment of the free. Please join me now in saying a prayer for Manhattan, and my parents, right? And these United States. Like any prayer, it's not much more than just chattin' - it doesn't mean I've thrown my hat in more than any of you reprobates. Democracy would mean that we were the captain and a captain don't desert his ship at sea - so whatever more you do, please join me in this prayer for (and to) American Democracy: \"I don't need to outlive American Democracy\" and I don't _mean_ to outlive American Democracy.","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Manhattan.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Manhattan.gif?fit=775%2C738&ssl=1","duration":"4:21","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Junta","artist_name":"Des Pickard: I'm in the Junta, I've been all along: Over three hundred million strong, who can if we want to submit our referral to pick the Leader of the Free World. There's never been a dictator in history simply because of he wants to be, they all had to be the big date of some coterie, wealthy and wonderfully free. I'm in the junta, I've been all along, everyone to sing this song till all of the punters are shooting their pearl to pick the leader of the free world. There's never been a dictator never got sore at some of the henchmen he'd hired before - it gets difficult to keep straight from off in a corner just who's giving orders to whom when you're in a smoke filled room - this is such a smoke-filled room. But throw off your gloom, you're all (I assume!) in the: Junta, Junta, Junta. I'm in the Junta I've been all along, dare anyone to say it's wrong, the lightning, the thunder that Heaven has hurled, where we pick the leader of the Free World: the Free World. Is it any wonder I'm happy in the right Junta","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Junta_DA.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/smokefilled.gif?fit=476%2C200&ssl=1","duration":"2:15","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Planet of the Dead","artist_name":"Des Pickard: Please little monkey, put down the gray banana: you found the gun key, Heaven has dropped this manna: you like your fun, keep letting what's curious in a monkey have its head: Planet of the Dead. Alien races, they all avoid our planet - thinking it tasteless to come and do more than scan it, checking our faces, re-check their case list when arriving where it said \"Planet of the Dead\" - Were they mistaken? When they could see our planet surviving Reagan, somehow escaping Kenned-y and each time shaken: never again to do it - somehow the safe end ending in our face each time we blew it - Please little monkey - put down the gray banana - a few more months, please - another age of man, another century, one precious year and then another till you're fed - another till you're fed - another till you're fed, please, Planet of the Dead","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Planet-of-the-Dead.wav","poster_image":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/planet-of-the-dead-1.gif?fit=1024%2C963&ssl=1","duration":"2:15","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Legion","artist_name":"Des Pickard: This is my opinions speaking, their name is \u201cDes.\u201d It's a fucking sin to be king, everybody says, but everybody - bought the - Royal Wedding Biz and the war preparing everything is fair in, leading to the home a castle is. Didn't want to be a freaking army of one - my name is Legion - my name is Legion. Choosing not to run on empty, we run on fumes, living with the strength of Ten Amendments in the tombs or Brocialism - there's one, skeleton of hope - gal or maybe guy alone's laying out the dry bones gleaming from the parts long turned to soap. Sitting on the wall with Humpty can't make 'm run - my name is Legion, my name is Legion. And if it's all been throwing pearls before swine - I know that I'm one more of you, and if you\u2019ll all be heading straight for the brine, maybe Jesus, well, anyway, it's something to do. Now we have our jobs and battles shipped overseas, and commerce has a kind of cattle saying \"pretty please,\" it means where I in this high-end piping time of peace, I can find release is, living in the pieces people used to want some of these. Holding out for, after winter, actual sun - my name is Legion. My name is Legion.","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Legion.wav","poster_image":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/legion.gif?fit=500%2C276&ssl=1","duration":"2:27","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Cthulhu Fhtagn","artist_name":"Des Pickard. My mom chose not to see the doctor: she swore she'd take a nap instead. My mom was stubborn, there's nobody could've talked her out of dying in bed. Our next decision would've shocked her, like either ought to have won - but we're calling it - no need to chart the speed we're falling at - declare or not their deed apalling that have done - Cthulhu Fhtagn. Our next decision who to war on - and how much more it's gonna take? There's only so much 911 and CPR and pleading, loved ones, awake - then days into life after Karin, instead of Russia, Iran - we're calling it: There's only so old that we're all gonna get. What could've sold this as enthralling yet: her son? Cthulhu, Cthulhu fhtagn, Cthulhu fhtagn. At last alone with her decision - determined drowning into sleep - long contemplated lapse from our religion of beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep Four score and something years are plenty - like any here will live that long - if I'm still singing this long past 2020 then I'm possibly wrong - try telling your average cognoscenti they're the deplorable one. We're calling it - what's done is done and not for bawling at - if everyone decides it's all been said and done - Cthulhu, Cthulhu Fhtagn - Cthulhu, Cthulhu Fhtagn - Cthulhu, Cthulhu, Fhtagn. ","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Cthulhu-Fhtagn.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Cthulhu-Fhtagn.gif?fit=400%2C293&ssl=1","duration":"3:28","playlistid":"playlistid-1"}]}

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Why despicable? An hour’s radio listening in which one hears no political songs says something terrifying about our world, because our deepest passions shouldn’t be exclusively genital. I hate to be terrified, hence these songs. Meanwhile political songs that say nothing objectionable (nothing new) are just marketing.  I’ve made no-one angry I’ve failed.  Art is failure in its purest, crystalline form.   As we say here at despicablemusic.org,Love Des Pickard – hate yourself!!!”

Why “.org?”  – I attended a songwriting workshop once with four hitmakers and an ad jingle writer.  Over the course of the evening they all turned into the ad jingle writer.  I swore a mighty (and redundant!) oath never to accept a penny for the songs , as talent is nothing to be proud of and as love for sale, isn’t.  It’s a completely unviable business model.  If these songs are worth anything pay me with a discrete uptick in your political involvement.  Self-education counts. 
Suggested donation: one human soul It’s all we ask.

Music is about passions. Mine include Noam Chomsky, Christopher Lasch, Simone Weil and Karen Amrstrong with some Chris Hedges thrown in.   Your passions are fine too!  *You might check out theanalysis.news, counterpunch.org and democracynow.org, or try googling variations on “activists arrested [my town].”

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Dearly Beloved

I want to hold you
I want to hold you like a human shield
Somebody sold you
So now you’re pressed to me:
you’re my accessory.

Fashion is gold, too,
when it’s a profitable degree revealed,
so the deplorables knew
I’m what’s best to be –
you’re my accessory.

And when it’s all due –
they’re gonna come through YOU to get to ME –
that’s when you’ll find out you’re dead to me,
as I melt away like smoke.

I should’ve told you –
Ere ends my party too soon, you’re all,
Just fine to be at your funeral,
So long as I’m the one
that’s WOKE,
WOKE,
WOKE.
I will be WOKE,
WOKE,
WOKE,

WOKE.

I want to hold you –
I want to hold you like a human shield –
And then I’ll fold you
For the next divine soiree.
Dearly beloved:
We are gathered here…

Today.

Blue Blue State

Rule by a fool isn’t cool, to be sure –
he couldn’t even say “nuclear” –
he talked like (and well, okay murdered) the poor
all instead of enduring their fate!
Rule by the rulers as cool as to be –
that’s what we call Meritocracy –
by anyone other than you but I see
your embarrassment redden to hate,
I see your embarrassment redden to hate – and I’m in a

Blue Blue State
a Blue Blue State.
Without your love I am utterly blue –
what in the world do you want me to do?
No don’t answer that, it’s okay, really, no, wait
I’m in a Blue State.

Hand in your land to a banker or king
if you want it all squandered on gambling
the banditry generally stand to the bling
at an inverse proportional rate:
so, swaddled in twaddle and pablum and puns –
in bubbles to match the financial ones –
with our knowledge we play “keep away” from the Huns –
from the Barbarians at the gate –
and now there are barbarians at the gate – outside of my

Blue Blue State –
I’m in a Blue Blue State –
without your love I may be turning blue –
what in the world do you want me to do?
No don’t answer that, hang on, no really, no wait –
blue state.

Whether it’s breadth of the wallet or head,
is how the ocracy’s merited –
and which it’d be best to inherit instead
to be master of everyone’s fate –
make of the hats or what’s under the hats?
Plutocrats or technocrats?
There was another word ended with that, it was
Hang on, no it’s okay, really, no wait!

“Liberal” as literally fit to be free –
rituals of sensitivity
tell us who’s meant in our presence to speak
and our young men and women to date –
Now, every four years we find out who prefers
their CEOs to their managers –
I guess it’s okay till the next one occurs
and it’s “Darling, don’t say it’s too late” –
Darling, don’t say it’s too late for me and my

Blue Blue State
my Blue, Blue State,

okay your tolerance even for intellect falls
the more the goddamned intellectuals
treat whether
the unlettered
or poor should be culls
as the meaning of all the debate –

and I’m in a Blue State

Girl I Gave My Chauffeur

That girl I gave my chauffeur
(That girl I’m holding down) –
She knows my game’s not over:
You know I own this town.
You don’t say “Lay hands off her:”
You sigh and go to bed.
It’s complicated,
it’s complicated,
it’s complicated
The way you tolerate it

Those times I sicced my pitbull
Upon those playground kids –
“Oh I’m so sorry it pulled
free: Don’t make a case of it.”
You say “It’s not so simple:
They’re always playing dead.
It’s complicated.
It’s complicated,
it’s complicated!”
the way you tolerate it:

“Some girls are not so decent!
Shoot daggers from their eyes!
It’s just a ‘he said, she said,”
She should have to compromise,
Or there can be no reset:
Unlock the cellar door…
Stop tearing off’ the Pe[ ]ce that
We Can’t Find A Partner For

That girl I gave my chauffeur
Keeps Trying to Scratch his Face!!!
Before that, it was “Oh, for
Pete’s sake, won’t you clean the place.”
But mostly it’s a “go” for
That little thing you said:
“It’s complicated.”
“It’s complicated.”
“It’s complicated.”

Your bill and someone paid it:
Making your “we did” “they did”
is Complicated,

Commandments of Love

by Des Pickard

Remember when they wouldn’t be spying,
shutting down precrime
with their prescience? 
Were we so evidently resigned,
ready to see mi-
croaggressions
as no better than the military kind? 
Remember peacetime? –
See above.  
Who wrote the ten Amendments to
the Ten Commandments of Love? 

Did unacknowledged legislators
pray to a Hey Jude-
iciary:
“Is it okay how the Excec-u-
tioner is now the
judge and jury?   
If you’re worried
you can leave poll queries
at usa.gov –
Who wrote the ten Amendments to
the Ten Commandments of Love? 

Commandment One, you’ll find no greater love before Me;
Two: your TLDR convictions;
Three: you’ll let you and your community
be entertaining fictions;
Four, Five: You will rest as you did
with your mom and your dad
the Queen and the King:
All the rest: you will never murder our love
– or anybody much, not while I’m [loo]king. 

Did manufacturers of bromides
manage our broken magna cartas
saying “manumission was a thrill ride
buddy but home is where the hardest
and the most important part is,
where it’s priorities
come to shove.” 
Commandments of …
Commandments of… 

The hotter things are getting for us,
blood’ll run more as
Gordon Gecko’s –
does Narcissus vanish
in this puddle if
there’ll be no more echoes
as we heckle from the sofas,
helplessly hope for
Gorbachev –
Who wrote the ten amendments to
the Ten Commandments of Love?
the Ten Commandments of Love?
the Ten Commandments of Love?

Cthulhu Fhtagn

My mom chose not to see the doctor:
She swore she’d take a nap instead.
My mom was stubborn, there’s nobody could have talked her
Out of dying in bed.
Our next decision would’ve shocked her,
– Like either ought to
Have won –
But we’re calling it:
No need to chart the speed we’re falling at:
Decree or not their deed appalling that
Move on
Cthulhu Fhtagn

Our next decision who to war on –
And how much more it’s gonna take?
There’s only so much 911, and CPR, and
Pleading loved ones awake
Then days into life after Karin,
Instead of Russia Iran.
We’re calling it
There’s only so old that we’re all gonna get
What could have sold this as enthralling yet,
Her son?
Cthulhu Fhtagn

At last alone with her decision
Determined drowning into sleep
Long-contemplated lapse from our religion
of “beep beep beep beep” &c.

Four score and something years are plenty
Like any here will live that long
If I’m still singing this long past two thousand twenty
Then I’m possibly wrong
Try telling your average cognoscenti
They’re the deplorable one
But we’re calling it
What’s done is done and not for bawling at
With everyone convinced it’s all been said
And done
Cthulhu, Chtulhu Fhtagn

Junta

I’m in the Junta
I’ve been all along
Over three hundred
Million strong
who can, if we want to
Submit our referral
To pick the leader of the
Free World

There’s never been a dictator in history
Simply because of he wants to be
They all had to be the big date of some coterie
Wealthy and wonderfully Free

I’m in the Junta
I’ve been all along
Everyone to sing this song
Till all of the punters
Are shooting their pearl
To pick the leader of the
Free World

There’s never been a dictator never got sore
At some of the henchmen he hired before
It gets difficult to keep straight from
Off in a corner
Just who’s giving orders to whom

When you’re in a smoke filled room
And this is such a smoke filled room
But throw off your gloom
You’re all – I assume!!!
in the
Junta

I’m in the Junta
I’ve been all along
Dare anyone to
Say it’s wrong
The lightning, the thunder
A Heaven has hurled
We pick the leader of
The Free World
The Free World
The Free World, the
Free world

Is it any wonder
I’m happy in the
right Junta?

Planet of the Dead

Please little monkey,
put down the gray banana:
you found the gun key –
Heaven has dropped this manna –
you like your fun, keep
letting what’s curious in a
monkey have its head:
Planet of the Dead
Planet of the Dead

Alien races,
they all avoid our planet –
thinking it tasteless
to come and do more than scan it,
checking our faces,
re-check their case list when a-
rriving where it said
“Planet of the Dead”
“Planet of the Dead”

Were they mistaken?
When they could see our planet
surviving Reagan, somehow escaping Kenned
-y and each time shaken –
never again to do it:
Somehow the safe end
ending in our face each time we blew it –

Please little Monkey –
put down the gray banana,
a few more months please –
another Age of Man, a-
nother century, one precious year and then a-
nother till you’re fed –
another till you’re fed –
another till you’re fed –
please,
Planet of the Dead

The Troglodytes

Now the Troglodytes return to the foundation
And the gotta-be-rights concerned with nothing so much as miscegenation
Between that nation
And themselves
And perturbations
In the bedrock that noone delves
Like the Troglodytes

Some of the foreigners like that fundamentalism
And we have got an Enlightenment they can see is better yeah, but so far it isn’t
Between those prisoners
In their bays
And the decision
“Rob or bomb them right back to the days
Of the Troglodytes”

Cos “we’ve gotta be fightin’ ’em there or be fightin’ ’em here”
The very thought that we’re writing their recruitment flyers
For them – faster than they can disappear
And could be trading brawn for brains
Might just require associating with the indigenous strains

So the Troglodytes are following a vision
We maybe oughtta invite them into a light we’d share with them yeah but that’d mean religion
And individua
lism balks
It will be stygian
It will be stygian
It will be dark
In the place one finally talks
to the Troglodytes

Slide guitar (and sound board): the magnificent Chris Butler