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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song: Popular Culture</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh I'm sick to death of spin, <br>And this banal, self-serving sin, <br>That justifies usurpation like a king. <br>When shove will come to push, <br>Weilding power without blush, <br>This vigilante State is so right-wing! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pop, pop, popular history, <br>Grows a crop of myth and mystery, <br>Where legends reap the cynical flattery, <br>That maintains the lie: <br>Of who we are, <br>What we've become, <br>In whose name, <br>Was violence done; <br>Of why we're here, <br>And how we came. <br>Who's excused, <br>And who's to blame. <br>Of where we're going, <br>And where we're from; <br>And what we're doing, <br>To right the wrongs... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pop, pop, popular culture. <br>Does it diminish or exalt ya? <br>Pop, pop, popular culture. <br>Is it Art or just sheer torture? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pop, pop, popular culture; <br>Soporific by it's nature, <br>From mediocre to bad. <br>Pop, pop, popular culture, <br>Confers on all a bland inertia, <br>Embracing every fad: <br>Of how we look, <br>The way we feel; <br>What is image, <br>And what is real. <br>Of what to eat, <br>And what to wear; <br>How best to cheat, <br>Or how to care. <br>The puzzle of love, <br>The seizures of hate; <br>How best to survive, <br>The quirks of cruel fate. <br>The rule of the stars, <br>Or the lives of the great; <br>Hints from the famous, <br>To grow and create... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pop, pop, popular culture. <br>What you love, and what insults ya. <br>Pop, pop, popular culture. <br>What you hate, and what co-opts ya. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh I'm bored to bits by cant. <br>And all that ritualised behaviour, <br>The patriotic fervour, <br>That is the flavour of the year. <br>To my cups I'll so decant, <br>For from high the view is clear: <br>The world below is idiot, <br>The age of farce is here! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pop, pop, popular culture. <br>Selling slops of dizzy rapture. <br>Pop, pop, popular culture. <br>Nurtures minds to easy capture: <br>What could be wrong, <br>What could be right, <br>When a little change, <br>Inspires a fight, <br>For what we think, <br>Or how we live, <br>Should we repent, <br>More than we give? <br>Can our actions <br>Be so believed, <br>When some are censured, <br>And some reprieved..? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pop, pop, popular history, <br>Scuttles verity in a lonely estuary, <br>And sinks the well of common fallacy: <br>That heroes never die! <br>Pop, pop, popular history, <br>Expels reality to forbidden territory, <br>And absurdly plays tragedy, <br>As a slick slapstick comedy, <br>To entertain the lie: <br>Of who we are, <br>What we've become, <br>In whose name, <br>Was violence done; <br>Of why we're here, <br>And how we came. <br>Who's excused, <br>And who's to blame. <br>Of where we're going, <br>And where we're from; <br>And what we're doing, <br>To right the wrongs... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pop, pop, popular culture, <br>Pulls out all stops to pimp and pander. <br>Pop, pop, popular culture, <br>Dead of meaning, truth or candour. <br>Pop, pop, popular culture, <br>Where vultures feed on lies and slander. <br>Pop, pop, popular culture, <br>The carrion flesh that's propaganda!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dave+SmithWhite">Dave SmithWhite</a><div class=q>
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And this banal, self-serving sin, 
That justifies usurpation like a king. 
When shove will come to push, 
Weilding power without blush, 
This vigilante State is so right-wing! 

Pop, pop, popular history, 
Grows a cr..."></div>
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