Mission Statement
Mission Statement
was left, like an egg placed lovingly on the side of a golden mountain. It was a mix, a synthesis, a breeding,
a blending of perfections: somewhere in the dark trenches of our most desperate hour
a humble messiah had fornicated with a proud golden eagle,
and they had given their seed the name of George W. Bush.
Oh America. Oh Country of my dreams,
Where were you when the prophets cried?
Where were you when the dawn was dawning?
You are beautiful, but you are ugly.
You are rich, but you are poor.
I live in a one room apartment,
I work 8 hours a day.
For you, america?
You've taken my dreams and used them
To stroke your ass, but I will love you:
Forever.
When you were a Pervert You took my child away.
When are you going to act like
The god Alan Ginsberg knew you could be
And give it back to me?
I love Detroit, it reminds me of my mother.
And Texas: it smells like Lily.
And LA: because its like Detroit in heat
But I also hate texas, because that's where I died.
Life was a half step backwards whirlwind motherfucker.
I cleaned up in the west, stepped aside in the east.
Women up to my belt, halfway to hell
on an escalator headed straight to heaven.
Oh America, you bald sweaty ape in heat.
Where did you go?
Where are your exiled prophets?
Eh, the whole fuckload's right here.
Welcome to Modern Dissent.
Thursday, Sep 25th 2008
In the year 2000 the united states of america became the soil on which a beautiful political gift was left, like an egg placed lovingly on the side of a golden mountain. It was a mix, a synthesis, a breeding,
a blending of perfections: somewhere in the dark trenches of our most desperate hour
a humble messiah had fornicated with a proud golden eagle,
and they had given their seed the name of George W. Bush.
Oh America. Oh Country of my dreams,
Where were you when the prophets cried?
Where were you when the dawn was dawning?
You are beautiful, but you are ugly.
You are rich, but you are poor.
I live in a one room apartment,
I work 8 hours a day.
For you, america?
You've taken my dreams and used them
To stroke your ass, but I will love you:
Forever.
When you were a Pervert You took my child away.
When are you going to act like
The god Alan Ginsberg knew you could be
And give it back to me?
I love Detroit, it reminds me of my mother.
And Texas: it smells like Lily.
And LA: because its like Detroit in heat
But I also hate texas, because that's where I died.
Life was a half step backwards whirlwind motherfucker.
I cleaned up in the west, stepped aside in the east.
Women up to my belt, halfway to hell
on an escalator headed straight to heaven.
Oh America, you bald sweaty ape in heat.
Where did you go?
Where are your exiled prophets?
Eh, the whole fuckload's right here.
Welcome to Modern Dissent.