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From the song "Naming the Waves"
(c) 2002 Owen Roberts
revolution against commercial music and its cultural implications

Down in the depths of the deep blue sea
Hidden from the vision of a mortal like me
Lies a box that was dropped from the pirate
ship Fate
Banned from the land of ignorance and hate

Now the ruler of the land was a man named
Jack
With a dollar in his collar and a monkey on
his back

He looked from the pyre with a fire in his
eye
As the people stood below, blinded by his
lies

And the people wasted away all night long
Lost in the in the lyric of their jubilant
song
Unaware in the glare of intoxicating light
That the waves were the way to the end of
their plight

The waves would roll right in then roll away
again
Free as a feather as it blows in the wind
But Jack's eyes opened as night turned to
day
The people were turned into slaves
And they were naming the waves

Hypnotized by his simplified lies
They followed his lead as he hid in his
disguise
They spent their cash on everything he
asked
Trapped in the grasp of the spell that he
cast

Slowly they learned to celebrate monotony
Addicted to the drug called Anti-Creativity
All around them, ringing through the
mountains
The names of the waves just as fast as they
could count them

And then one day there came from a land far
away
A ship on the horizon, only Jack knew its
name
The flag that it was flying showed a single
broken chain
But the people were trained how to behave
So they kept naming the waves

There in the distance it sounded its bells
Following the rhythm of the monotonous
spell

It swayed as the waves only heightened it
rage
Anchored in the tomb of its day and age

Standing on the shore they couldn't
distinguish the sound
It was drown in the silence of the innocent
crowd
The ship had no captain and it had no first
mate
On the side was inscribed only one word,
Fate

Fate's bells were stronger than the wind
that carried it in
When the sound hit the ground it brought an
unconcious grin

Jack rolled over in his psychological grave
He knew that they'd become too brave
To keep on naming the waves

Fate's rhythm was changing their thoughts
were rearranging
Into the shallow waters the people started
wading
A little higher, balanced on a wire
Stood Jack in a rage looking down from his
pyre

They were his human investment, on his spell
they were dependent
Until the day they realized he profits from
their ignorance
His disguise, in their eyes,
Had come to represent what was absent from
their lives

And so they opened up a box and filled it to
the top
With his mask and his lies, so full it
nearly popped
They dropped it off of Fate and sang a song
as it sank
And so began the rest of their days
And never named another wave


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]