What do you know;
They were right;
As it turns out;
There was no moon flight.
It's all become so clear;
Big Pharma wants you ill;
They could cure you really quick;
But they want you buying pills.
So they invent disease;
But don't invent a cure;
Then discredit herbal remedies;
Just to be sure.
That is just the start;
You'll think we've gone to hell;
I'm gonna blow your mind;
With what I have to tell;
Lizards rule the world;
Paul was replaced;
Aliens have landed;
And the evidence was erased.
Kennedy was assassinated;
By the CIA;
Then there was Diana;
By the royal family.
They don't want you to know;
The Government wants you scared;
That's why they made up aids;
And have terror plots prepared.
But the fear is not enough;
They want to control your mind;
That's why there's fluoride in the water;
And there are Chem-trails in the sky.
It's not all doom and gloom;
You'll be glad to know;
Elvis is not dead;
He's living in Morocco.
It's not just him that survived;
You know what never happened?
Those atrocities in Auschwitz;
They were all imagined.
But out of them all;
One thing rings more true;
You'll know it when I tell you;
And you've thought it through;
It should end your confusion;
It explains it all;
It brings them all together;
Now it makes sense overall.
It's about misinformation;
Being spread across the land;
By inventing stupid theories;
To hide what's really planned.
The Disappointment of 3D Glasses
The credits roll and lights fill the room, it is now over, your eyes
and that area above your ears ache slightly, you are glad that they
usually only make shorter films in 3d.
You can hardly contain your excitement, you have seen how wearing the special glasses has added an extra dimension to images on a 2d screen, you are trying to imagine what real world 3d objects will look like if given a 4th dimension, perhaps that dimension will be time, how exciting to be able to see into the future, or the past, or both, you have no idea how this additional dimension will manifest itself.
The audience is slowly filing out through the back, you join them, trembling with anticipation, the crowd moves slower than usual, it appears to be due to a female staff member standing by the exit with a tray collecting the magical spectacles, most people already have them in their hands, ready to relinquish them on their way out, you still wear yours on your head, do you have to give yours in too? Handing them in will make you miss out on the special 4th dimension, you have a decision to make, what will you do?
It is now your turn, the lady calls you "Sir" and asks you to return the glasses, you freeze momentarily unsure of what to do, you look up, the area slightly dimmed by the hue of your film goggles, you look into her face, then past her towards the front of the building and the main exit, in a moment, your mind is made up, you are sure you can make it.
You run, and head towards the door, pushing past clustered groups of film-goers, there is shouting, but you ignore it, running as fast as your legs can carry you until you are just a few feet away from the door and just as you are about to touch the glass the let yourself outside, you are tackled to the ground by a large man keen to help, the glasses are plucked from your face and taken away before you are able to comprehend what is happening.
Maybe next time you will make it outside, it will probably have to be a different cinema though, you might not be allowed back in this one.
You can hardly contain your excitement, you have seen how wearing the special glasses has added an extra dimension to images on a 2d screen, you are trying to imagine what real world 3d objects will look like if given a 4th dimension, perhaps that dimension will be time, how exciting to be able to see into the future, or the past, or both, you have no idea how this additional dimension will manifest itself.
The audience is slowly filing out through the back, you join them, trembling with anticipation, the crowd moves slower than usual, it appears to be due to a female staff member standing by the exit with a tray collecting the magical spectacles, most people already have them in their hands, ready to relinquish them on their way out, you still wear yours on your head, do you have to give yours in too? Handing them in will make you miss out on the special 4th dimension, you have a decision to make, what will you do?
It is now your turn, the lady calls you "Sir" and asks you to return the glasses, you freeze momentarily unsure of what to do, you look up, the area slightly dimmed by the hue of your film goggles, you look into her face, then past her towards the front of the building and the main exit, in a moment, your mind is made up, you are sure you can make it.
You run, and head towards the door, pushing past clustered groups of film-goers, there is shouting, but you ignore it, running as fast as your legs can carry you until you are just a few feet away from the door and just as you are about to touch the glass the let yourself outside, you are tackled to the ground by a large man keen to help, the glasses are plucked from your face and taken away before you are able to comprehend what is happening.
Maybe next time you will make it outside, it will probably have to be a different cinema though, you might not be allowed back in this one.
Too Many Hippies
Don't I have such an adorable name for my hips?
How on earth could I have too many of those? I have 2, one at the top
of each leg, right? Is the hip (the hippy) the hingey part or the bit
it connects to? If its the part it connects to, then I only have the
one hip and any more would be far too many, where would it go? Would
they stack?
Or perhaps there are just too many pairs of hips
in the world holding up the torsos of the members of a 1960's youth
movement, decorated with flowers and swaying to the psychedelic
music?
Maybe at one time there was, but now we are
reduced to small pockets of slightly disorientated folk that look as
though they live at music festivals, maybe they do? They're there the
whole time when I'm there, who am I to suggest they go home to real
houses like the rest of us afterwards? There is no proof that
Glastonbury becomes a proper dairy farm the rest of the time and
anyone who suggests there is is lying.
I have been called a hippy before too, I suppose I
have the long hair and I do wish I owned a camper van (also I tend to
separate my time fairly evenly between here and my holiday home in
the 1960's). If we are talking about me, then yes, it's probably fair
to say that 1 of me is about 1 too many.
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