pop candy cotton world

Context: I showed my sister the text „u look fine“ and asked her how she liked it. Her reaction was a little reluctant:

„Don’t you wrap yourself in the same cloak of moral superiority that you seek to criticize?“

I guess she is not wrong about that. But I still care about increasing social inequalities and the lack of action by people who might be in positions to address them. Moral high ground? I don’t know. Who am I to judge?

Below is an attempt to tune up the topic a little.

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“I see skies of grey and clouds of smog.
I see scandalous news, and another global shock.
And I think to myself:
‘what a daunting world.’
But here I go out to see again.
The sunshine fills my hair.
Another one bites the dust.
You know it feels unfair.
There’s crisis everywhere.

But my daddy’s rich
And my ma is good looking.
So I don’t care about tomorrow,
shining bright like diamonds in the sky.
Am bullet-proofed,
Nothing to lose.
Celebration time, come on!
‘cause nobody really likes
to be the bad man,
to be the sad man,
to telling only lies.
We want the perfect body,
we want the perfect soul.”

Pop song candy cotton.
Four chords in repetition.
And I cannot envision
How we escape the rush,
How we escape the loop.

“Hold the line.
We are not always on time.
Just many lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl.
Year after year.
Fever all through the night.
Shouldn’t we take
cold comfort for change?”

Unescapable global fate?
Waiting line melodies
and jingles
are keeping me from thinking straight.

“yesterday all these troubles still seemed far away.
Now I want a place to hide way,
but there ain’t no mountain high enough
to keep me from getting the news, babe.”

Staring at the ceiling.
But she’s not revealing anything.

“Help!
we need somebody.
Help!
Mad world.
Are we caught in a bad romance?
And our bad habits lead to this.”

The charts are yours.
But no drama
doesn't sell.
And clicks are power.

“money x3
must be funny
If I had a little.
And chicks for free.
But underneath it all
We’re just animals.
Stayin’ alive.”

How can we write new songs
while chords should stay the same.
G-D-Em-C

“Can’t you see
that we’re lost without them?”

whistle blowing out of tune.

“Tell me why is nothing but a heart break.
When all we need is
just a little bit respect.
We don’t need to be rich to be her girls.
And we still care.”

Artificial moral high ground. This is not the answer. Let it be.

© cynje