Thursday, April 22, 2010

We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read
And in the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn’t dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

-Conor Oberst "At The Bottom of Everything"

1 comment:

  1. <3 Just lovely, my dear. :)

    We must sing, we must sing, we must sing.