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"The lyricism of marginality may find inspiration in the image of the 'outlaw,' the great social nomad, who prowls on the confines of a docile, frightened order." - Foucault
"Someday, someday this crazy world will have to end;
And our God will take things back that he to us did lend;
And if, on that sad day, you want t scold our God;
Why go right ahead and scold him, he'll just smile and nod"
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin
free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won't hear me because I got no loot
You don't hear me because you don't compute
I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch
"The little kids in the park
are really lucky
They go walking
Holding hands
Dreaming about candy
which doesnt cost any money
But.. Who dares to say
they are innocents?
They will smoke cigarettes
They will play with atomic bombs"
"But the tiger you see madly pacing its cage is nevertheless preoccupied with something that a human would certainly recognize as a thought. And this thought is a question: Why? 'Why, why, why, why, why, why?' the tiger asks itself hour after hour, day after day, year after year, as it treads its endless path behind the bars of its cage."