Eyes do pick
At the break of day
Over whom the broken fall
Of whom to the swollen say
Do make this war.
All of the folk know who pick their doom
Can't you see we're wicked too
Doesn't every man who's poor
Know why the rich.. must have their war?
Eyes of the cloaked from fact are blue;
Who's eyes make a Dad say the truth?
Can't you see, can't you see we're wicked too?
I'm gonna answer those peoples claim,
Their offer I can't refuse.
Hey, now the poor don't have to complain
They have our faith to gently say,
Can't you see, can't you see that we're
Wicked too.
Like it or not we'll be going broke,
One way or other
We can't recover.
Can't you see, can't you see that we're wicked too?
God had away with manly fools,
He offered them a drink,
Some folks asked for the straight up truth
Some, on the rocks,
Got a cold deluge...
Can't you see
Can't you see that we're wicked too?
I have a lie that I tell each day,
I tell people I'm fine,
Then find a way to make the poor man lose,
Entitled to a rich man's life:
Can't you see that we're wicked too.
Hey, get a couple low price bids,
Down on the labor of low class kids
For they aren't is lucky as you and I,
To live in a country where the slaves all died.
Can't you see, oh can't you see that we're
wicked too?
You know a lot of the people died,
When Noah built his Ark,
The rain that had blessed their fertile lives,
Poured till their hopes were a sea of sharks.
Can't you see,
Can't you see that we're wicked too?
We'll take our Spaceship Earth for a spin,
And get kinda dizzy from History's claims
Spin it around and around again,
Waiting for someone else to blame.
Can't you see that we're wicked too?
I'll make you a deal, we're gonna split it in two
I won't hate you,
You won't hate me too
Can't you see that I'm wicked too?
Can't you see that I'm wicked too?
14 comments:
Hi Andy,
Nice song. I like the edge of it.
It is interesting that there are people who believe in 100% goodness/innocence in creatures.
I am sure we are all good+wicked. Something I more than gladly accept.
Thank you.
I agree with Jenny, we are a fusion of polars each dominating the ifluence i different ways.
That said, wicked is a street expression for cool here :)
Jasmine,
Yes, you are right about wicked! I need to spend more time with slang dictionaries. I would gladly do that.
Hey Jenny,
Yeah... I think the whole Christianity thing sort of rendered belief, and analysis far to valuable among all of us. I mean, look around... "I believe," is something virtually nobody is self conscious about saying. And oftentimes they say it without even having thought about what comes out of their mouths!
At least I do.
When I tell people I've been a bad boy, I suppose I am not being ironic. I've hurt people, more or less intentionally. And I sure as hell live in a country that thinks all the world is one great big mine with our flag in it. Take away our toys, if you don't believe me.
But the costs of my badness, and the cost to the world of my culture (as well as the benefits) have rendered me one seriously confused son of a bitch. Which, incidentally, is pretty much how everyone looks historically.
Even in Sweden, if you imagine asking your great grandparents a series of questions near and dear to your heart, you will not likely be rewarded with answers that allign very well with your modern principles. So to are we a generation suffused in a confidence of "knowing" that one day will be regarded as outdated at best: fraudulent and deluded at least.
Histories benefits cannot accrue to it's participants.
So isn't is good, that sometimes it's feels so wonderful being bad?
Thanks.
Oh Yeah Jenny,
Isn't the definition of an Animal predicated on it's "animation." And therefore rather neatly describing the difference between the innocent/impotent and the animate/guilty/ organism with appetite for something more than mere mass?
For billions of years I was innocent enough: but then I was born.
I guess the real argument is in the true consequence of my guilt. I know I'm guilty. Mercy, though, it don't feel that way.
Jasmine,
The fight in me between the guilty and the redeemed was so important to me ten years ago that I wrote most of a Novel on the subject called, without irony, "Damascus Road."
Lest your Biblical literacy be somewhat influenced by your obviously lovely nature (which has suggested to me that you might find your values somewhere distant from Laviticus: but, feel free to introduce me to a different truth.) you might recall that Saul of Tarsus, met someone on Damascus Road that Kris Kristofferson would have said, "Bought me clothes and paid up every debt I owed."
In any case, Saul, a rapist and pillager of fabled violence and hunger, became the most important writer in the Western world on Christianity: his name: Paul.
My book was about a coffee farmer (female) named Muertu, who became seriously pissed off, and more or less found creative ways to hurt the folks in America who profit on coffee (without paying the farmer.)
I should of called the book, "Roosting Chicken." Oh well.
Would make a great graphic novel.
Street expressions are clearly meant to reflect the way language is more free than the people who would like us to remain poor and weak, would prefer;
I grew up saying wicked. And man, I was a real nice "classy" boy.
Savvy.
Great lyrics... I personally believe that we all have a balance within ourselves of good and evil that is individually unique to each person... with the varying degrees of each tipped one way or the other that identifies exactly how "wicked" we truly are.
M.W
I agree that we're a mix. I know I am.
It doesn't hurt me much, though, to sometimes assume another is more or less without blame.
Sometimes it has been healing to me to simply not imagine people in a "critical" context.
It has been enormously helpful, however, to imagine myself constantly this way.
Sure, it's pathological, and routinely revealed by a therapist or friend to be too harsh on my soul.
But hot damn, it's wicked useful.
Go figure.
I'm probably just a little bit more bad then good. But luckily most of my "bad" is considered normal and healthy by our broken world.
So actually: I'm a "good" boy.
Aren't you glad?
Thanks. I've really enjoyed your blog and love seeing you here.
someone rode by me today and whispered, "the drug war is satan and you serve him." i screamed, "F@#K YOU! I help keep people out of jail, you PRICK!"
i'm not sure any of this is true.
Andy – You often seem to write about themes of love / hate (etc); basic needs. And this combined with the seemingly effortless way you expresses it in make your song writing elegant. I could almost hear it being sung.
It was interesting ideas you expressed with the novel about the coffee farmer; you seem to have more ideas inside than a middle sized think thank.
Neil,
I think your mixture of Mr. Darkness, and Mr. Bended on Helpful Knee (for the prisoners so ubiquitous in the lovely country we share) is a more or less romantic one, desitned to be mocked, misunderstood, and possibly even admired: depending on one's point of view.
Personally I enjoy being regarded as a loser by some, given that my life can often seem like a rather constant case of having won the lottery. When someone treats me with disdain, it's hard not to come to the conclusion that I have finally joined the "human" race.
My buddy Robert describes folks who live to be admired as "winners." I'm guessing he regards himself as a loser.
Of course, in the end, we all lose.
Even those of us hopeful enough to raze the prisons to the ground.
Thanks for your comment. My one Bloomington reader!
Ande,
About my particular generator of ideas: I believe we have a repsonsibility to touch as many "plants" in the garden of life as possible. Yes, including the forbidden plants. Why? The reason is that it bugs me when people forget that our freedoms are more or less based on knowledge, and knowledge alone. We adopted our notions of individuality, self governing, self expression, and even innovation (all things at the heart of modernity) directly from the notion of observation, and it's power to give an individual some kind of agency: some kind of power.
When you contrast this notion with the relatively docile attitude of most people around you toward knowledge and the observational capacity of the AVERAGE individual, you can be forgiven for coming to the conclusion that such capable people feel little desire for agency and power.
Standing at the door of the library you see the combined efforts of all of modernity: countless lives given to knowledge: and given with pleasure. Ritual sacrifice for experts? NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!
Ritual sacrifice for me, for you and any other vessel so exalted as to believe that they are merely human.
From such a fountain (not in me, but in the midst of the sacrifice of scholars, scientists, thinkers, and goofy men who simply want to know)come "ideas." I merely am lucky enough to wake up every day.
But not forever, my friend.
Andy,
I enjoy reading your good lyrics. I'm also impressed by the discussions you manage to stir up in the comment section.
Po,
Thanks for your comments, and your presence here.
The first time I ever encountered anything like the community we have here (even in the comments section) I was reading a CD my brother had made for me of the entire archives of a website called Beer, Beer, and More Beer. Believe it or not the subject was beer. Anyhow, throughout the archive of comments, I was shocked at the give and take of a bulletin board, and it occurred to me that this was a new form of writing, communicating, ect.
It is very exciting to discover over and over the sheer beauty of human beings. You, being, of course, no exception.
Thanks.
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