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Friday, May 23, 2008

It's Been A Long Time Since I Felt Fine

Back around April of 2006 when I quit my insane corporate job (the company just closed its doors recently...no big surprise, but sad for my buddies who had hung in there through more and more insanity), I had to buy a computer to replace my company laptop. I was still too corporatized to be smart enough to buy a Mac, so I ordered a Dell. In addition to a free backpack, I also received the Dell imitation of an iPod, I think it was called the DJ. I never opened it or plugged it in or anything.

I'm kind of a lover of silence.

Then my boyfriend, who is not a lover of silence, got back from taking a band on tour through Europe. He picked the DJ up and asked me what it was and when I told him, he said he wanted to know what was on it.

That's when we had a big laugh because some hidden hipster in cubicle number 5,678 somewhere in the bowels of Dell had had some subversive fun by loading up a song on my DJ, maybe on every DJ that went out the door before Dell had to admit that they couldn't compete with the iPod if they had a trillion dollars and 40 years to do it, and the DJ died a quiet, not even close to gasping, death.

Here's the amazing song by Guy Forsyth (go to the coolest website ever - make sure you leave the site up and then ignore it so that his little video self can harass you to come back and pay attention - it's hilarious) called It's Been A Long Long Time. It's not just the lyrics that will get you, it's quite a snappy tune. (You can listen to it here.) Many thanks to the secret Commie Kid at Dell:


It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, time.

When I was a kid, I used to draw airplanes, with stars and bars shooting down airplanes, adorned with hammers and sickles.
I bought a hundred water guns so I could save the world, saving my lunch money and stealing my father's quarters, dimes, and nickels.
I discovered religion watching Luke Skywalker rescue Princess Leia and destroying the Death Star by letting go and closing his eyes.
And I devoured comic books, Greek colored mythology books taught me right and wrong, and if you believe, you can fly.

It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.

I remember listening to songs about trains and feeling the rush of wonder at the possibility that the world was infinite and accessible all at the same time. And then it was songs about highways and born to be wild and little red corvette and the road went on forever in my mind.
But now it's clogged bumper to bumper with stinking SUVs and two-story pickup trucks that can drive over anything except the two-story pickup truck right in front of it.
Not even the highways look the same, Starbucks and 711s and Walmarts jam the feeder roads. We don't live around this mess, we live under it.

It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
Since I felt fine.

Now all the songs are about gangsters and guns and the TV speeds by at 100 deaths an hour and everyone wants to pull off the crime of the century.
Steal two hundred gazillion dollars, enough to buy myself an island and build a real honest-to-God train on it for noone but me.
And get away with it. Get away with it. We Americans are freedom-loving people and nothing says freedom like getting away with it.
We went from Billy the Kid to Richard Nixon, Enron, X-on, O.J. Simpson...
We used to dream about heroes, but now it's just how to beat the system.
So where to we go to dream now? Up on the roof of the projects, straining through the city lights to see if they've built golden arches on the moon yet?
Self-medicated, pacifated, trying our best to stay distracted, living life according to the TV set.
Corporations owning nations, telling us "don't change the station, it's the only safe way to win the human race."
I wonder how the world sees us.
Rich beyond compare, powerful without equal, a spoiled, drunk, 15-year-old waving a gun in their face.

It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.

Since I felt fine.

1 comments:

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