The Times-They-Have-a-Changed (I'm outta Range..)

All the things I want to learn,
Ad infinitum,
All alive and all awake
All at the touch of a button,
We realize our individual limitations,
Within the power of the collective,
The strength of the individual voice,
The future of humanity,
The salvation of mankind,
WWW – The Internet ..
We haven't just begun yet ..


To those who glimpsed the wild-eyed dreams that dreamers saw,
To those who saw the stark ugly truth
Of the way the World has worked and does not work
Full of liars and oil barons
Ready to sell my soul and yours
At the touch of a button
Straight and simple
Survival of the fittest,
Whitest and richest,
And yet saw through..
Straight through the deep red lie
And burnt away to find the truth
At the core of ourselves
Let go let go
Let be let free
The poetry
Of divine ecstacy
Within you and me
Time to be you and me again
Time to be human again
One love against
A world gone horribly wrong
Back to nurturing the things we love
Let the humanity shine through

To give and be given
To share and explore
To adventure and find the truth
More within than without
Naked, and without a doubt
This is the way you were always meant to be

Crawling through the same roads,
The same piles of concrete
Day after day
Coming to terms
With the lives we've been given
Children of the Urban Nightmare
We were born into this dream,
It is ours and we shall not let them take it away

We will not let them sell our remaining open spaces to feed their wallets and power cravings
We will not let them plunder our environment with brutal mercilessness
We shall strive always to find meaningful alternatives
And till the day comes,
When we can all stand strong and tell 'em to FUCK OFF,
We shall survive and help survive
Breathe and help breathe
Human beings who would not let love die
Even as they laid her bare and tore at her soul ..

Beauty she still speaks to us,
The call of duty,
Still screaming at us,
From the other side
Do something you human scum
Look at what you've become
Look at what you've done

And how did they do this to us?
Have we not eyes and can we not see?
Or is it clear only to you and me?
Are things destined to be this way?
To go down in a fit of laughter,
Watching the absurdity play on,
And reading the morning newspapers as they brain-wash our souls,
Laughing it all up,
As we kick back with a cuban cigar and some champagne,
Just in time to catch the great final spectacle
At the restaurant at the end of the world --