Light Pollution

A favorite song of mine, being posted for absolutely no reason whatsoever...

John A. Hobson was a good man. He used to loan me books and mic stands
He even got me a subscription to the Socialist Review
Listening to records in his basement, old folk songs about the government
"It's love of money, not the market"  He said, "these fuckers push on you"

"And freedom yells, it don't cry, whatever sells will decide
But there's no hell when you die, so don't look so worried"

He got a night life, lost his day job, pushing papers, swinging pendulums
Anything to serve a function or to occupy some time
You gotta earn this living somehow
You're good as dead without a bank account

But it's funny how alive he felt down in that unemployment line
With all that trash at his feet, the pools of piss in the street
All of that filthy empathy, for the way we're feeling

The billboards shade, the flags they wave
The anthem was playing loud, the baseball game was letting out
And all at once he saw the dust
And heard every tiny sound, got in his truck and turned around

Drove out through the crowd and the cops
Drove out past that center mall
Drove out past that sickening sprawl
Out past that fenced in crawl

And maybe he lost control fucking with the radio
But I bet the stars seemed so close at the end
At the end
At the end

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Comments

[Grumpy]

That was uplifting. Thanks.