DIARY
I WANTED TO BE WRONG
You know where I come from. You know what I feel
You’re Yul Brenner Westworld Reporting from the field.
I threw it into reverse, made a motion to repeal.
You kicked my legs from under me, and tried to take the wheel.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
But everyone is humming a song
That I don’t understand.
Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street.
The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat.
The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats.
Mythology’s seductive and it turned a trick on me
That I have just begun to understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
But everyone is humming a song
That I don’t understand.
The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
A rumble in the third act, tie ’em up and burn ’em down.
We’re armed to the teeth, born a little breech;
Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV’s
We can’t approach the Allies ’cause they seem a little peeved
And speak a language we don’t understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong
But everyone is humming a song
That I don’t understand.
(Prop up The Omega Man, we’re primed for victory,
God gave us the upper hand, there’s honor among thieves.
Temper it with arrogance, a dash of sad conceit.
The top’s down on the T-Bird, we’re the children of the free)
Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite.
Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
Destroy the things that I don’t understand
Destroy the things that I don’t understand.
Lyrics: I Wanted to be Wrong, R.E.M.
Pictures: http://www.sorryeverybody.com
Final picture… the picture I’d hoped to submit, but couldn’t, because their server was swamped.
Interpreted together by Blue Skies Falling: A Sensible Cult
To be continued…