1968 Remixed

it is forbidden to steal it back.  the boss
needs you to forbid.  run comrade,
you don’t need him.  walls have ears;

the old world is behind you.  forests
came before man, your ears have walls.
commute, work, the desert comes after.

under the pavement, commute, sleep.
to hell with the beach.  open up the windows
of your boundaries.  drive the cop out

of your heart.  the future will contain only
your head.  barricades shut down
what we put in now.  no replastering the street

but open up the way.  you can no longer sleep,
the structure is rotten. never work quietly once
you’ve suddenly opened your eyes.

they are selling your happiness – there is the enemy


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