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Cheryl Neill - The Circus

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Cheryl Neill
www.cherylneill.com
http://colba.net/~lefay/Spoken%2010%20Circus.html

The Circus
 

(Parts in blue are meant to be sung)

 
                                        It’s another day at the Circus
                                      The lions are eating the lambs
                                      The Gladiators, all young and handsome
                                        plan to do battle in Cyber Land
                                      They don their silk shirt armor
                                            Tie their patented ties
                                      Heft their  mighty war shields
                                              Of Corporate Lies
                                      Put on their  trusty helmets
                                             Of  Off Shore Accounts
                                           Let the Games unfold!
                                                Go for the Gold!
                                   All amassed amounts leading
                                                 to uphold….
                                             The New Rome

                           Yes, Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen
                           It’s the Land of the Cheat and Steal
                                   Where the money isn’t real
                                   It’s all just numbers on a page
                                   It’s all just Power being waged
                                   It’s all just Worth being gauged
                                                    by Deals
                                   And have we got a deal for you!

                        Unless of course you're one of the masses
                                (we’re talking the lower classes)
                               These are being conned into being content
                               with bad jobs and measly pay
                                      Seduced into a daze,
                                they’re duped in subtle ways
                To think things are better now  than in the old days…

                                          They're told:
                    "You are living in the Land of the Free!
                     Don't you know, you are lucky indeed?
                         To be here living democratically
                             Yes! Most of you are poor...
                              but at least it’s… equally
                          Forget about your rising debt
                                        And poverty
                        ' Cause you are living the dream!
                    So stay content with your trailer park heaps
                            Those tenement buildings
                           crumbling around your feet
                            Some people in the world
                            would give their eye teeth
                           to live like you-  Believe me"

                    Meanwhile:
                   The Wall Street Warriors
                   Add another Beamer to their car fleet
                   Build walls around their homes and streets
                   And...
                   Hire guards to stand and greet you at the gate
                           ("Do you have a pass?" they ask...
                             "You look like riffraff to me..".)
                    You might appreciate how
                   This ‘Greatest Country in the World’ Bullshit
                   Starts to grate on the nerves a bit
                   As the Hard Up get hip to this unequal state of affairs
                   Unfortunately, once they’re aware,
                   they’ll tear down your gates
                   Plant your head on a stake
                   and storm The Forum…
                   No decorum whatsoever
                   And.....Let's face it... in history,
                   it's happened before

                   So better ply the Poor  with cheap beer and porn
                   Keep ‘em tranquil with cigarettes and corn dogs
                   But to really keep ‘em quiet
                   To ensure they don’t riot
                   To numb the Great Unwashed
                   and tame the thugs
                   Just give 'em a bit of blood
                   It numbs the senses like a drug
                   Soon those masses are molasses in your palm.

                   Tell them:
                  Hurry! Turn on your TV!
                 Have we got something for you to see...

              We got Spectacles on which to gape
                Turn on, tune in… we got it covered!
                All captured on video tape!
                Turn on, tune in… we got it covered!
                 It’s the equivalent of Modern Roman Games
                 Yes Rome itself can be in flames
                 The "18+" coverage begins at three
                 And you can watch the burning
                 On your rented TV
                 Turn on, tune in… we got it covered
                 On CNN... we got it covered
                        Turn on, tune in…

                    Yes it's:
                Friends, Romans, Countrymen,
                Lend me your ears
                In fact, cut them off altogether and hold them up
                In front of Camera Two, please
                Now, that’s the way to appease the throngs
                But , before long
                It takes more than an ear or two
                To tame their voracity
                Soon, every image, every theme,
                has to be Extreme
                You know what I'm talking about ...
                        Real TV

              So:
                             Give ‘em girls dining on worms and bathing in bugs
                             Boys dangling from the sides of buildings
                             Covered in vomit and scratches and mud
                             Let’s see that horrific car crash
                             Where all the people get crushed
                             And the looters steal the wallets off the dead
                             Let’s watch a public execution
                             Shoot that terrorist in the head
                             Let’s see the guy
                             Lose his legs in a disaster
                             and all that red
                             Is real blood
                             Play the instant replays
                             A thousand times
                             Faster and faster
                             Vault from channel to channel
                              Watch over and over
                              As the twin towers
                                                                fall

                                             And fall

                                   And fall

                            And that poor woman somersaults
                            From the fortieth story window
                                      Like a tossed rag doll
                                        Is she dead yet?
                                    You can’t really tell at all
                          Here, better let me see that again
                                           It’s all Real TV
                                             It’s real
                                               Live
                                           Suffering

                               And I think to myself:

                           Rome is on the rise again,
                             Rome is on the rise, Uncle Sam
                             It’s another day at the Circus
                            and the lions are eating the lambs

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