disconnected...
Paris Hilton is secured in a prison, and we watch closely the drama of her little life. We watch to see who's going to be the next top singer, the next survivor, the next top chef.
Throw it all away
Lets lose ourselves
Cause theres no one left for us to blame
Its a shame we're all dying
And do you think you deserve your freedom?
Thirty-one dead in Virginia in one day, one thousand nine hundred and forty four civilians dead in Iraq in May 2007. Which number is new to you?
How could you send us all far away from home
When you know damn well that this is wrong
I would still lay down my life for you.
Are we blinded? Is the fog of war too much for our sensibilities? Must we continue to endure death after death after death, satiating ourselves with Pirates, superheros, celebrity adoptions, marriages, divorces and sex lives? Do we really need to carry on with our addiction to our invented realities on television, or shall we finally vote reality television off this island we're floating on that is in such trouble?
I believe there is a place for everything in this world, including entertainment. However, I wonder at our priorities when I can turn on the television and hear hour after hour of analysis and deconstruction of the mental state of one, solitary, selfish little rich girl, while our forgotten men walk into the brown mist of an ever deepening and unsure future.
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Tuesday, January 16, 2007
when all things beautiful and bright, sink in the night...
you know the way that things go
when what you fight for starts to fall
and in that fuzzy picture
the writing stands out on the wall
so clearly on the wall
Can you hear it? Just below the noise of the traffic, the politicians, the internet, the screaming babies and the carousing house guests. It's there just below the braying of the ass and the screeching of the elephants, right down where it's almost imperceptible. Do you know what it is? I think I do. I think it might be the end.and in this place, can you reassure me
with a touch, a smile - while the cradle's burning
all the while the world is turning to noise
oh the more that it's surrounding us
the more that it destroys
But we won't listen. Our hubris rules the day and we surge forward, throwing more money, more people, more equipment, and more blood, at our perceptions. Light the cigarette, watch it burn and see the smoke curl out of sight, like the lives of our loved ones. But take it in, and let it invest itself in your own blood, and don't forget. Not again. Not this time.i'm losing sound and sight
of all those who can tell me wrong from right
when all things beautiful and bright
sink in the night
yet there's still something in my heart
that can find a way
to make a start
to turn up the signal
wipe out the noise
I'm afraid to disagree. Afraid to say I think it's wrong. But deep down, I have the feeling that there's something wrong, something we're missing, something we're not hearing. We need to be quiet and listen. Among all the noise of life, the noise of our own pride and arrogance, something is getting lost, and I don't know what to do to change it. Do you?
Note: This post is dedicated to a fellow blogger who writes under the name Milo Freeman, who is on assignment by the United States Military, in Northern Iraq.
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