This longing
Bleeds my hands
and tears my heart
My soul is crushed
by the desire unfulfilled
I tremble with it
I cry out in agony
my breath, like the wind
rushes out
passion dissipates to sorrow
my tears burn on my cheek
for things unrequited
death an agony close to pleasure
this an agony close to death
JayC isn't good to feel confident in the leaders of our country?
Don't you feel that everything's just going to be A-ok?
When the president or the secretary of state, or the vice president get up and give a speech. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Isn't it reassuring to think that the terrorist can't get one over on our country, because we're so damn paranoid? I feel good to know the senate is taking care of the whole prison thing.
Messy isn't it?
There could be no way that any one above the rank of Seargeant would know anything about what went on. I mean, the goverment, nor high ranking officials would be so ignorant and ludicrous as that.
And the 'fodder' like that wedding, which was obviously a celebration of some sort to hide terrorist activities, was as justifiable as anything else our government has done. Like for instance, attacking Iraq and getting rid of all those weapons of mass destruction. I feel pretty secure right now knowing that we've eliminated those things in Iraq. No I think that if the president says things are great they must be, because dammit, I want to feel the blissful ignorance of sheep in the field. I want to think that every thing is great, because many people I come in contact with do.
So if they say everything's fine
Then it must be.
The tucker box is empty now
The heart of Kelly's country cleared
The gangers on the southern line
Like the steam trains have disappeared
Pelicans glide
Miracles up in the skies
We vote for a government
With axes in its eyes
Will the sons of Solidarity
Still march on May Day
Will the sisters of the seventies
Still fight for equal pay
There's no one on the Reeperbahn
No more blankets handed out for land
We feed an economy
It's got blood on its hands
Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition
Bills fall due for the industrial revolution
Scorch the earth till the earth surrenders
Soldiers of armies
Storm empty fields
In a traveller's trance
On the way to the high frontier
Sleepwalkers stumble
Cable cars run aground
Imaginary enemies
Form high above the clouds
In the mountains of Burma
-"Mountains of Burma" by Midnight Oil
