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Double Speak:
by Leemonster

A whole lot of nothing comes from word of mouth
But what does it mean, What does it mean?
Double speak, Babble talk, total waste of breath
I can’t seem to intervene.

Everyday it’s someone chatting up the land
Lousy written script with microphone in hand
What can ya do to get clear of the noise
Those pulsating mouths of loud girls and boys.

Toys in the chest need to give it all a rest
Blaring about sex and breasts thinking they’re the best
Handed record deals, wheels-- fake pride they steal
But couldn’t get close to ever sounding real.

It’s a clustering mess what gets deemed as art
Expressionless mannequins who could never get a start
At being their own or coming up with style
So they get managers like the rest on the pile.
The production becomes stale, the radio rotates it
The magazines get bribed then 5-star rate it.

Double speak, Babble-talk, total waste of breath.
Make them go mute, or make me go deaf.

Now I See the cash pile sky high for some
lyricizing about parties, propaganda and rum.
Yeah, I understand some just wanna have fun
But there’s a difference between living and just being dumb.
It’s always the same scene, same exact sound.
New fad, no taste, fans that hang around
All up til they’re off the top ten
Then the washed up act becomes without a friend.
Used by the media like they swallowed a seed
That grows inside til they’re killed by their own greed.

Meanwhile in the real world is the pounding war drum
A class war battle turning workers into bums.
Some think it doesn’t matter and stay inside
Listening to the babble talk while they patiently hide.

Double speak, Babble-talk, total waste of breath.
Make them go mute, or make me go deaf.

If you’re gonna let your voice carry, have something to say
Before your choice to speak gets stripped away.
A no brainer migth be flowed through the frequencies
But the truth and the action comes from the land and streets.
Wall writers, string strummers, activists, bongo drummers
Cop stoppers, justice watchers through winter and summer.

So those on the top with no message or no say
Kiss your check goodbye, it’s time you face your day
A along waste of words, the robots will compute.
The leaf fell to the ground to be killed by it’s own roots.

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