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Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud
Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
And so no one would know how tired they've grown
Of talking and telling their lies
While your TV's change stations, scroll messages
Victims and Christians both drinking blood
And they'll pray for the destruction of all hatred
More often, just those with hate for us
'Cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better
To suffer or cause others to
And you can live by your conscience, now guilt is a concept
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There's a virgin in my bed
And she's taking off her dress
And I'm not sure what I am gonna do
There's a song stuck in my head
And I can't help singing it
Oh, how I hope my singing pleases you
'Cause this is not who I've become but what you make me into
Oh, we got no health insurance, no cellular service
No disease, they can't cure
But we need more money to burn
So each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth
And those pills make me dizzy forgetting my body
I watch as it walks away
And I just keep drinking the poison and smoking the cartons
A pack and a half a day
So when time comes to claim me
My friends and my family will gather around my grave
And they'll believe that they knew me
And loved me and missed me, and all call me by my name
So imagine what you want
And then hold on to that thought
'Cause that's as close as it will ever come
And believe you're where you are
Keep acting out the part
But at the end of the day, the trees all get wheeled away
And you'll be standing alone in a blank, blank space
So believe you're who you are and stay in character
But at the end of the play, the audience walks away
And I'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage
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no cellular service
no disease they can't cure
but we need more money to burn
so each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth"
This song is so great. He can pin-point lifes bullshit so easily.
the biggest part of the song that says - to me - that it's an observation about people in general is "and they'll believe that they knew me
and love me and miss me
and all call me by my name"
which adds that he's part of this image driven population and that his family will "believe" they knew him but never would because he's only what he wants people to believe he is
Because I am not who I become
But what you made me into
Dude, kickass line!
They lie all the time, they are hypocrites, they are showing all the people that they are good, they are kind, but the truth is, they just want to get all the money out there.
What they do is just collecting, but when a storm hit a particular place, will they ever put out some money from the church's account so they could give some tpo the poors, HOLY SHIT!
Well, that's what I have been always noticing here in the Philippines.
I hope Conor can come out with a song like that talks about that kind of sentiments I have for these fella pice of shit around us.
or maybe at least these hypocrites, would listen to Eddie Vedder's Society, and realize that they are the one the songs talks about.
Eddie writes very well, so as my Bright Eye's Conor Oberst.
"We need more money to burn,
so each person must learn
the dollar amount they are worth."