cake and presents (genderless author mix)
same patch but no clipping this time. sorry about that.
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I am a composer? Hey make sure you check out all the ads on my page. Rampant commercialism is so awesome.
Story behind the song
check out the quote from Wallace Shawn in the lyrics section. consume it. eat it and shit it out, and pay for your shit to be moved underground by some poor person. then dance all night to psytrance, taking all manner of trendy chemical amusement aid to make the music seem more interesting than it actually is. let it placate you into your secure market niche, tailored precicely to your needs as a composer of computer music. then apply to grad school, where mommy and daddy will pay for you, and you can sit in your studio making crap and ego casting onto the internet. give to charities, feel bad for the poor when you're going to bed at night, eat organic food. drive a hybrid, turn off your lights for five minutes sometime, take group showers. remain oblivious to the fundamental hypocrisy of art as cult, and get paid ridiulous sums of money because you are rich already and have a fake job because of that. complain to senators about the need for gradual change in the class system and stare amazed at the world when NONE OF THIS HELPS. the poor will always get poorer, the rich more disgustingly fat, and the middle class will dope themselves into apathy. fries or onion rings?
Lyrics
Shouldn't we decorate our lives and our world as if we were having a permanent party? Shouldn't there be bells made of paper hanging from the ceiling, and paper balls, and white and yellow streamers? Shouldn't people dance and hold each other close? Shouldn't we fill the tables with cake and presents?
Yes, but we can't have celebrations in the very same room where groups of people are being tortured, or groups of people are being killed. We have to know Where we are, and where are the ones who are being tortured and killed? Not in the same room? No-- but surely-- isn't there any other room we can use? Yes but we could still hear the people screaming. Well then -- can't we use the building across the street? Well, maybe-- but wouldn't it feel strange to walk by the window during our celebrations and look across at the building we're in now and think about the blood and the deaths and the testicles being crushed inside it? -The Fever, Wallace Shawn
