Sunday, March 01, 2009

Does Anyone Really Know What Time It Is?

Life in the green zone

As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me
what the time was that was on my watch, yeah
And I said:


The wars aren't ending, my friends.
They're just beginning.


Does anybody really know what time it is?
Does anybody really care?
If so I can't imagine why
We've all got time enough to cry


Equals the GDP of Ethiopia

And I was walking down the street one day
A pretty lady looked at me and said
her diamond watch had stopped cold dead
And I said:


Never too young to learn the value of a dollar!

Does anybody really know what time it is?
Does anybody really care?
If so I can't imagine why
We've all got time enough to cry


It's a scary world out there!

And I was walking down the street one day
Being pushed and shoved by people trying
to beat the clock, oh, no I just don't know
I don't know
And I said, yes I said:


So this is our plan, eh?

People runnin' everywhere
Don't know where to go
Don't know where I am
Can't see past the next step
Don't have time to think past the last mile
Have no time to look around
Just run around, run around and think why.


How much longer can we rape?

Does anybody really know what time it is?
Does anybody really care?
If so I can't imagine why
We've all got time enough to die.

Time to love, that's what time it is.

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"I'm optimistic on the future of mankind. We've survived countless wars, sweeping plagues and even our own inner turmoil. The human spirit has proven indominatable! Even as I look around us today, I do not despair - nor shall I. Ultimately, our will to survive will win out as it always does and mankind will continue to soar to ever new heights and hopes."

If I were to say that sort of vile crap in front of a group of people, you monkeys would applaud and give me a standing ovation. I just wanted to show I can engage in the same sort of feel-good self-talk as anyone else. But there's a word for optimism not based on reality: suicide. I guess we think that if we applaud our happy talk loud enough, we can fool nature as to what we're really doing - and therefore our time would be endless.

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