we don't write letters anymore there ain't the time or place but a friend of mine wrote something like a letter yesterday
it was smuggled through my inbox just this morning, 3am more impotent than important but let me read it now, verbatim
he says "i got that same old feeling the one that turns the birds to brutes the sky is like a bad dream and the earth is in cahoots
i don't believe no one no more i don't care what no one say's i just wanna make the world a much less painful place
we look fonder on the good old days as they drift further away but why if everyone feels so homesick are they always setting sail?
'cause it's all bad news up there on deck and each headland masks the next i'd just as soon dive in the ocean and forego the blood and sweat
forego all aspirations they just put everyone at odds if idle hands are the devil's work then where's the time for God's?
and why write a letter that you'll never send away
why won't you stay with me, wait and see all you need to know nobody's perfect and their needs are always stark stay with me, wait you'll see all you need to know everybody's hurting and their needs are always stark
and who cares about wars of choice lands where states indulge their passions and all the new shoots just jackbootscoot all dissent out of fashion
like Fred Astaires at a film premier that is all about them it's stirring stuff, transformative they don't care where they're sent
they're all kiss chasing childish dreams of privileged masculinity till they're spent by shock and discharged home to small town and big city
the rest are the type left dying or dead from trying to be useful they've been handy in the years gone by and they'll be handy in the future
and who cares for their survival and who cares about the yanks who cares if they get overrun by Chinese nukes and tanks
who cares about the holocaust man we didn't learn nothing there and all it's memory does is keep the History Channel on air
who cares about the Vatican man everybody knows and who's surprised they went and chose a nazi for a pope?
who cares about fakes like anarchists man they never went to dance let's mambo Mogadishu give anarchy a chance
i'm saying life is cruel, you know it's true but all sides still try and recruit you for shangri-las as practical as doing the karma sutra
why write a letter that you'll never send away
why won't you stay with me, wait and see all you need know nobody's perfect and their needs are always stark stay with me, wait you'll see all you need to know everybody skirts the fact their needs are always stark
and who cares if the starving millions know it's christmas or your birthday or what movie stars in Africa or the guy from U2 says
or all the statesmen never telling lies as truth or gospel who cares what true or false the truth's the world won't go to hospital
but who needs to live forever who needs the extra miles we won't need bees or seed banks in the Arctic for a while
we play the game to start again not to better life for all it's the appropriate opiate when a better way's impossible
some honesty now wouldn't go astray if not, then what's the use? we're animals, we can't help doing what all animals do
so goodbye my friend, i'm hitting send forgive me talking straight i'm only trying to make the world a much less painful place
and why write a letter that you'll never send away?"