Modern Major General
I've spent a week in the garden
Waiting for this racist deflationist
To finally claim he's an atheist
Now I'm speaking the jargon
Of a man who's desperately seeking stardom
The future appears bleak and Spartan
Our nerves need to harden
And we can escape the twist
But I'm forced to compete and bargain
With an elite who aint arguing
But embrace deceit in their parlance
Building a system that's crushing genius
Dying too soon
Like J-Dilla or the brother of Joaquin Phoenix
You could find me working on a new tune
Reading Chomsky
Making movies for youtube with Jon Brodsky
Shooting aliens with a Russian pianist
Or battling for the mic
Through the lies
Through the crowds
All mobbin'
Like the UN be droppin' food supplies
In Iraq, Afghanistan or any area
Where British intervention has been humanitarian.
I'm a fair and driven fool
Regarding number work as pivotal
Only when I'm playing prison rules.
Hear this:
It is of clinical
Unfading importance
When surveying ordnance
Even in black background and green, cascading co-ordinates
To maintain the primacy of the pain of misfortunates
II.
Sorry, am I in danger of being cerebral?
Well, I can go on for ages, my range is plentiful
And your mind is more than just a fucking empty receptacle!
What's happening isn't sensible
It would be laughable
If the consequences weren't so terrible
And this is the problem with Blair's reputation remaining respectable
Even with an appearance solemn, aged and venerable
Like the very model of a modern major general
The morals are rotten, and waste's indefensible
Bombing tora-bora caves with chemicals
Inevitably major failures
Cos conquering Asia minor's untenable
We mustn't forget the true extent of all
The horror of the monster's scary tentacles
Tragedies of the past are the subject of modern farce
Like Sodom and Gomorrah, remade by Endemol
Or the apostles as soccer agents serving Terry Venables
And on the continent they pout and tut over ebonics and sauerkraut
A Merely marginal European upset
Like in Bucharest if Donetsk put Steaua out.
Popular will is trumped by subtle domination
And a media-savvy savoir-faire
Now we're left with Gordon and Sarkozy
While Blair sniffs up to the big cheeses like Gorgonzola and camembert
But you'll need to be more than a card-carrying organ donor,
We won't forget Fallujah, Tony
We won't forget what happened there
III.
Over the ocean
A violence born of masochism, crossing a puritan ilk
Which views the vaginal with oedipal guilt
With the freedom to consume porn on which the country's built
The contradictions are as magical as American milk
Which never knowingly curdles
A well-established routine, but it feels like we're going in circles
Like every time we're in a scoring position they're throwing curveballs
No admission of responsibility, linguistic perjury
Appalling revision of history,
They say never go back
But it seems we're bound to return eternally
Destined to orbit
But it gets worse and worse each time round
Like a bottle of burgundy
If you forget to cork it
And anyone else who's like, 'It doesn't concern me personally'
Are we just going to sit here
Never learning to see the error of our ways
Until one day we need emergency surgery?
I'm not saying there's an alternative which works perfectly.
Though you can never predict the effects of all our actions with certainty
Dropping bombs on people will likely be treated as inflammatory
And invasion will be met with insurgency
And they could have known it would turn out like this
Because 2 million people told them it was certain to be
What's happened in Iraq is unequivocally, purposefully
Premeditated murder, in the first degree.
So my message to Blair is this:
Even if in retirement you're served tea in the conservatory
Your afterlife will be a lot worse than sipping bourbon in purgatory!
(a helluva lot worse)
OUT:
Don't believe
Having choices
Gives us the freedom
To put in perspective the lives of the less fortunate
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© appl juic 2007