The sadness of an accordionist
By Parson Thru
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Ghosts drift through the tunnel
representing every patch of Earth
– Men from Africa are squatting by their blankets
staring who knows where
offering their bags, football shirts and running shoes
everything is counterfeit
scraped from the bottom of existence.
– The favelas are at war
America’s war has never stopped
guns and overflowing prisons hold the bloodied line
television's the achievement of the century
and deception is now a science.
– The line that separated truth from lies is lost
the one remaining rule
is to win at any cost
but there’s nothing left to lose
and all that’s left to win
is the feeling that you’ve won
and that tomorrow you’ll have to win again.
– Relief comes in a liquid crystal spectacle
erotic, mesmerising
engineered to arouse
entertainment is oppression's highest form
let's not trouble ourselves. Life is good.
– But when you've finally smashed the screens
turn your head to watch
the ghosts drift through the tunnel
staring who knows where
deaf to the sadness of the accordion.
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everything is counterfeit
everything is counterfeit/scraped from the bottom of existence
not sure I understood all of it, but it brings a strong feeling of bleakness and despair
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Hello my lovely,
Hello my lovely,
This is a bit bleak and to me, reminiscent of 1984 but I think that was your intention. I think, perhaps, you despair of the human race and not without reason. Probably got it all wrong but that was how it struck me. Well written though.
Moya x
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