Light Pollution-Bright Eyes

[00:03.596]John A. Hobson was a good man [00:07.096]He used to loan me books and mic stands [00:10.349]He even got me a subscription [00:13.353]To the Socialist Review [00:17.347]Listening to records in his basement [00:20.588]Old folk songs about the government [00:24.097]"It's love of money, not the market" [00:26.847]He said, "these ****ers push on you" [00:30.095]"And freedom yells, it don't cry [00:33.102]Whatever sells will decide [00:36.592]But there's no hell when you die [00:39.847]So don't look so worried" [00:45.096]He got a night life, lost his day job [00:48.091]Pushing papers, swinging pendulums [00:51.586]Anything to serve a function [00:54.600]Or to occupy some time [00:58.591]You gotta earn this living somehow [01:01.837]You're good as dead without a bank account [01:05.356]But it's funny how alive he felt down [01:08.096]In that unemployment line [01:11.100]With all that trash at his feet [01:14.344]The pools of piss in the street [01:17.853]All of that filthy empathy [01:20.845]For the way we're feeling [01:22.095] [01:53.595]The billboards shade [01:55.346]The flags they wave [01:57.090]The anthem was playing loud [02:00.340]The baseball game was letting out [02:07.346]And all at once [02:08.840]He saw the dust [02:10.590]And heard every tiny sound [02:13.842]Got in his truck and turned around [02:19.592]Drove out through the crowd and the cops [02:22.837]Drove out past that center mall [02:26.343]Drove out past that sickening sprawl [02:29.840]Out past that fenced in gold [02:33.092]And maybe he lost control [02:36.591]****ing with the radio [02:40.093]But I bet the stars seemed so close [02:43.845]At the end [02:47.342]At the end [02:50.589]At the end