Random Old Crap

by Matthew Gehrett

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released 31 December 1969
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Track Name: The Great Communicator
Words land like an albatross
Tumbling to the ground
When you come around

You spew your nonsense
Creating a vacuum
Sucking meaning from the room

While we all struggle to breathe

I must be honest
I don't what you are saying
Most of the time
I must be honest
I don't know why you are talking
Most of the time

Your tortured rhetoric
Could clear an empty hall
And we stand, in a deathly pall

We wait on all of
Your blustery turns of phrase
Wishing we could turn away

You're a train wreck with a voice

I must be honest
I don't what you are saying
Most of the time
I must be honest
I don't know why you are talking
Most of the time

We all should take a moment
To get to know the other
Other point of view
But your arguments, we notice,
Are punctured like a lattice,
So forgive me if I ignore you
Track Name: Don't Buy a Pitchfork from a Man in a Suit
Where'd you find the magic pill
to put a mouth on each side of your head?
Where'd you learn to lie like that?
Where even you can believe what you just said?

Your trade in disinformation
Is lucrative now, I'm sure
Is that your motivation
For building up a nation
Of frightened, angry pawns in a culture war?

How'd you get this mule-headed obstruction
To look like a righteous stand?
What comes after the brainless
revolution, or do you not have a plan?

Let's say you win the election
Your puppet president taking her cues
Your shadowy apparition
Stomping out sedition
While the citizens are blissfully confused

What you expect to be the outcome
Of all this wizardry?
A gorgeous, swollen bank account,
And straight to hell with everyone like me

My only crime is hoping for some sanity
From those who dare to lead
It's much too much to ask for but
I'd also love if everybody else could learn to think!