Sunday, September 11, 2005
 
Struggleville
Mark's post and Caleb's comments made me think of this song by Vigilantes of Love:

I've been trying to negotiate peace
with my own existence.
She's gotta stockpile full of weaponry;
she breaking every cease-fire agreement.
Whole thing is full of decay
just as sure as I'm made of dust,
and into rust I know the beast is falling.

They are building a new gallows
for when You show up on the street.
Polishing the electric chair,
they're gonna give You a front row seat.
Heard a sneer outside the garden;
salutation so well-heeled:
"Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville,
Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"

In the hole from the beginning/wherever
Truth shows up, it'll go on the chopping block.

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