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Imo, this is a great song about Socialism.

Tax the rich, feed the poor,
'till there are no rich no more.
Tell me where the sanity is?

^The Jungian archetype in action. Twofold. The creation of the song and then 48 years later the video is melded to it and the result is clear. She's more interested in the accolades than the life of the individual and almost everyone approves.

So much for the sovereign individual which is, of course, socialism's real enemy.

A downright creepy video and why not? Socialism has been creeping and ever steeping...

...while many were sleeping... listening to all the pretty tunes a weeping.
 


Imo, this is a great song about Socialism.

Tax the rich, feed the poor,
'till there are no rich no more.
Tell me where the sanity is?

^The Jungian archetype in action. Twofold. The creation of the song and then 48 years later the video is melded to it and the result is clear. She's more interested in the accolades than the life of the individual and almost everyone approves.

So much for the sovereign individual which is, of course, socialism's real enemy.

A downright creepy video and why not? Socialism has been creeping and ever steeping...

...while many were sleeping... listening to all the pretty tunes a weeping.

A little apathetic though, wasn't it ?
Still a great tune .

I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
 
A little apathetic though, wasn't it ?

It's a Jungian archetype. Headlong to the destruction of a culture.

And it's now up to us.



They have no choice, these writers are merely the medium. Just as the person who melded the video to the song was following a path of cyclic reason.
 

There is lambswool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm
Gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries
Into flame to be destroyed

Imaginary creatures
Are trapped in birth on celluloid


The fleas cling to the golden fleece
Hoping they'll find peace

Each thought and gesture
Are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in my memory
There's no room to avoid

The crawlers cover the floor
In the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people
They've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time
To a heavy wooden door

Where the needle's eye is winking
Closing in on the poor


The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"


There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree

They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"


Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright
Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight
;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"


The porcelain mannequin with shattered skin fears attack
The eager pack lift up their pitchers, they carry all they lack
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack

And the tickler takes his stickleback
 
If you'd like to hear something smooth and at the same time hot, here's a remix of a Bryan Ferry tune "Loop De Li"

 
haa................nice or what.....just fun my friends..............just fun.....haa....not serious ....nothing serious at all...just fun babies


 

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