As regular as clockwork, a number of songs dart around in my head everyday at around 5 pm. Why 5 pm? Because that's usually when I'm travelling and I like to travel by myself. Some of the songs do the darting thing because of a catchy hook or a particularly pounding drum-part, others, for the lyrics maybe and still others, for their vibe. They dart around like demented homing missiles that for some reason, are just lost and have nothing to home in on.
Homing missiles without a target...
Re-read that previous line and let the amazingly pointless existence of those missiles sink in.
Sunken in? Good, let's proceed. It's that theme of leading a pointless existence that very neatly ties in to my original point about the songs darting around my head, because of late, a song I've been a huge fan of for a while, has been doing the rounds in my head. Not for any particularly specific reason. More because of an amalgamation of things that are going on at the moment — the general elections, the rat-race that is formal employment and watching people scurrying all over the place for jobs, university courses, something to do, something to be, some way to get out... But out of what?
All we want is a head rush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything
Anything we want anyway...
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It's more effective that way
We don't live
We just scratch on day-to-day
With nothing but matchbooks and
Sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for
Is for something worth waiting for
Let's admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let's stop saying "Don't quote me"
Because if no one quotes you
You probably haven't said a thing worth saying
We need something to kill the pain
Of all that nothing inside
We all just want to die a little bit
We fear that pop-culture
Is the only culture we're ever going to have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching TV
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we're addicted to the things we hate
We don't run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you
The only reason you're still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
We owe so much money we're not broke we're broken
We're so poor we can't even pay attention
So what do you want
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Sky-high and fucked
Let's stop praying for someone
To save us and start saving ourselves
Let's stop this and start over
Let's go out - Let's keep going
This is your life — This is your fucking life
We need something to kill
The pain of all that nothing inside
Quit whining you haven't done
Anything wrong because frankly
You haven't done much of anything
Someone's writing down your mistakes
Someone's documenting your downfall
— Dogma by KMFDM
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