2020 Vision (What Will You Wear To The New Civil War?)

image by Chad Essley

2020 Vision (What Will You Wear To The New Civil War?)

Lyrics written in 2020 by R.U. Sirius
Images by Chad Essley
1 actual recorded song and video by Phr!endz

 

Inscribed

I stole my aphorisms from a young girl named Tristan Tzara
I minored in comedy but I majored in horror
I reached my 100th year when I was 27
I was inscribed inside with a little hint of heaven

And I’m writing this prescription
From an anarchist jurisdiction
Which is just a slimy fantasy
Or wistful wisdom let it be

 

Idiocracy (The Documentary)

And the idiots rose up against The Farrow and cried
Tore off their masks and roared “Let my people die!”
And the Orange Messiah passed out pills and bleach
And everyone agreed “great again” was within reach

And they came with their guns
And even some with hair buns
And all the Karens and Jaspers
Were cheering from the rafters
And some nebbishy patricians
Were signing their petitions
To please their voter base
By appealing to their race

And as they caught and spread infection
Orange Messiah fucked with the election
And called the idiots to insurrection
Promised free Cheetos and police protection

And so the virus spread and spread
Until there were millions dead
And all the supply chains collapsed in dread
And couldn’t get the people fed
And that was just the early crisis
Idiocracy spread just like the virus
To every corner of the earth
And every nation sputtered and lurched

And the idiots rose up against the Farrow and cried
Tore off their masks and roared “Let my people die!”
And the Orange Messiah passed out pills and bleach
And everyone agreed “great again” was within reach

So kiss farewell to the well-mannered plutocracy
And wave hello to the global Idiocracy

Illusions Of Agency

The great society
The ideology
Culture theory
Timothy Leary

Plant a tree
Subversives on TV
Digital means free
Let’s try alchemy

R.U. Sirius
Act imperious
New edge freaks
All power to the geeks

Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency

The DNC
Crypto-anarchy
Spread a creed
Propaganda by deed

Wild schemes
My magazines
Guillotines
Control of the means

Hillary and Bill
The Triumph of the Will
A perfect peace pill
Mad skills

Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency

Spread a trope
Audacity of hope
Say nope to that joke
Demand better dope

Susan Sarandon
Charlie Manson
Hair of Samson
Dear Leader is handsome

Pontificator
Angry instigator
Be a player
Run for mayor

Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency

Transhumanism
Ideological schisms
Elon’s cybertruck
The belief in luck

Joseph Stalin
Marty Balin
Volunteers
Rock careers

Patty Hearst
Voodou curse
America first
Melania’s purse

Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency
Illusions of agency

Stay the course
Find the source
Use force
Express remorse

Bio-engineer
Manipulate through fear
Point and jeer
Let me steer

Blank Panther Party

The universe is made of Crayola
I lost the ‘70s thanks to payola
I was a member of the Blank Panther Party
Ripped on coke and Bacardi

I learned to multiplex before I could add
I was a murderess before I was sad
My micro-mini is way below my knees
I ain’t no goddamn tease

I hit the racetrack I was loaded with cash
Was feeling guilty and a wee bit rash
Bet all my fortune on a system crash
And now I’ve gotta dash

He couldn’t love him with his broken staff
Though he was clever and so good for a laugh
And now he’s telling me he’s learning a craft
He must be fuckin’ daft

 

Live Free Or Dye Your Hair Blue

(every other line is verse/chorus i.e. call/response, etc.)

What will you wear to the new civil war?
Live free or dye your hair blue
Who’s gonna be your new Tipper Gore?
Live free or dye your hair blue
Did you beat the militias to the gun store?
Live free or dye your hair blue
What will you wear to the new civil war?
Live free or dye your hair blue

Will it be televised virtual or raw?
What will you wear to the new civil war?
Will it be tearful fearful and more?
What will you wear to the new civil war?
They’ve got the bullets we’ve got the teens
What will you wear to the new civil war?
Scare ‘em up with pictures of guillotines
What will you wear to the new civil war?

His name’s Erik Prince and he’s not funky
Live free or dye your hair blue
Should we wear grunge or a wee bit punky?
Live free or dye your hair blue
Frilly shirts & scarves like those elegant junkies? (distant voice shouting … “it’s only rock and roll”)
Live free or dye your hair blue
What will you wear to the new civil war?
Live free or dye your hair blue

 

Mean Tweets

Meme Streets
Mean tweets
Viral life
Virtual strife

Stuck in time
Such a bind
Sick and tired
Upload my mind

Meme Streets
Mean tweets
Bored teens
On screens

No touch
Thanks much
Tik Tok
Is my crutch

Meme Streets
Mean tweets
Scorcese’s
Goin’ crazy

Mean trolls
Meme scolds
Disembodied
Assholes

Meme Streets
Mean tweets
Viral life
Virtual strife

Stuck in time
Such a bind
Sick and tired
Upload my mind

 

Deleuze Guattari Gnash & Jung

Deleuze Guattari Gnash & Jung
They weren’t having too much fun
Til Dylan came along in a big-ass truck
Sayin’’ “Hey who really gives a fuck?”

They all piled in pointing at him
Taking narcotics and drinking gin
Bob asked “who here plays guitar
Who else here is a fuckin’ star?
& if you don’t like blues harmonica
Get the fuck out my car”

Well they had to think of something
Deleuze started humming
Then Jung started dreamin’
And Gnash started schemin’

Bob said “that’ll have to do”
Guattari said “I ain’t no fool
Let’s cruise drunken through the burbs
Pretend that we’re the angry birds”

They saw the white men cooking chicken
That is when the plot did thicken
While Deleuze and Guattari screamed like birds
Dylan didn’t say a fuckin’ word

Soon the neighbors with their guns
Cried “go elsewhere with all your fun
We like Bob Dylan and we like puns
But we have no truck with Carl Jung”

And just to make them stay away
Said “Last week we fucked up Dr. Dre
And if you wanna see the dawn
Hey hey you you get offa my lawn”

(rept many times)
They said “hey hey you you get offa my lawn

 

Our Cruel Father Who Art Beheaded

Our cruel father who art beheaded
Shallow be thy almost long tail
Thy ghosts are feted no statues erected
& all the tasty treatises are pungent stale
You took a wish upon a star
Even your golf game was subpar
And there’s no remorse just one less source
Of crumblin’’ dice & slammed shut doors

Our cruel father
Lost his head
Who will bake
All the children bread
Who will run
The important biznesses
Who will count
All the lesser sicknesses

Our cruel father who art beheaded
Swallowed much too much for one man
Took his sadness to the blood bank
Now there’s nothing much left to brand
With all the sins the eater consumes
All the letting a million lilacs bloom
All the fantasies dreamed by the TV
All the tricks that say can you see

Our cruel father
Lost his head
Who will bake
All the children bread
Who will run
The important biznesses
Who will count
All the lesser sicknesses

 

Failed State

You made it great (again)
Failed state
Lots of hate
President Jape

It’s been a long time comin’
It’s been a long strange bummin’
All those sad cats lamely strummin’
And the stunners who were stunning
And the millions killed by our wars
And the millions locked behind bars
And all the really cherry cars
And we had all the movie stars
And Kesey with his funny bus
And all the factories shut & rusting
And H. Rap Brown who didn’t lie
Said violence is American as Apple pie
And Siddartha says it’s suffer then die
And all the sacred cows on the frier
And maybe you should just take a flyer
At what might motivate the buyer
All the chickens comin’ home to roost
And their favorite actor John Wilkes Booth
And the old ones acting so uncouth
Dignity today belongs to the youth

You made it great (again)
Failed state
Lots of hate
President Jape

 

Be Where When?

There’s nothing happening here
The sky isn’t clear
Bad weirdness big fear
When were we to be here
Now?

There’s nothing happening here
Chin up – Don’t grumble
The way the cookie crumbles
And civilization tumbles
Now?

There’s nothing happening here
They say be best is better
We’re all in this together
‘Cept those living out in the weather
Now?

Punters fighting punters
Owners sailing yachts
You can jump into the fire
But you better pack your Reeboks
Now

 

IGNORE

Ignore
Out of boredom or torpor
The trending thing is so soporific
& your beauty & the moonlight is so terrific
So ignore

Ignore
Every Marie Kondo urging you pep talk
Every ugly rumor about Johnny Depp
Just ignore

& when you’re stuck in traffic
Some MAGA wearing a leather jacket
Some argument that trades logic for static
Ignore

And if everybody else lost the plot
& you ask are they really alive or not
Just lay yourself down on the cot
Have some whiskey & a little pot
& ignore

 

Grimes & Me Make 3

There’s no place to roam
No place is much like home
Everybody must get scolded
Every business must get folded

Gonna go into space
Get some AI to take my place
Gonna change my race
Be psychotic and set the pace

Gonna steal Grimes
Take her to the highest climb
Musk will feel so punked
After Grimes sprouts their man junk

Gonna be gender free
Every scene will involve a threesome
Two of them will be me
The other one will be lovely gruesome

They Canceled Lenny Bruce

Do you remember when chaos was a state of play
Do you remember “punk rock is here to stay”
Do you remember when Sister Ray was très outré
When Bowie asked… “or even yesterday?”

I’m wearing deplatform shoes
I’ve got the fear monger blues
When you ain’t got somewhere
You got no choice to choose
And now I’m yesterday’s news
They canceled Lenny Bruce

I still have a glimmer of rascalinity
But now it’s one inch short of divinity
My jest is a million miles from infinity
I may be creepy crawling to morbidity

I’m wearing deplatform shoes
I’ve got the fear monger blues
When you ain’t got somewhere
You got no choice to choose
And now I’m yesterday’s news
They canceled Lenny Bruce

I used to chatter to the birds and bees
Grabbed the branches and climbed the trees
I’m picking fleas, man… all this disease
All that’s left now is to vomit and sneeze

I’m wearing deplatform shoes
I’ve got the fear monger blues
When you ain’t got somewhere
You got no choice to choose
And now I’m yesterday’s news
They canceled Lenny Bruce

At The End Of Their Tether

Everybody seems to have a Tarot deck
Everybody seems to be gasping for breath
Everybody says soon things will get better
Things will get better at the end of their tether

They tried to cast a magick dispel
But it reeked of swamp gas and victory marches
So they set aside years to work on the smell
And build a new cosmos from inside a shell

Then in a bubble the cosmos drifted
And they were left behind when winds shifted
Yet still they made plans — at least the men did
They opened some bars and bought some guitars

And it was all pretty basic
If only they’d faked it
They would have put paid
To that runaway cosmos
That now smelled like a rose
They got so goddamn close
To be just another
Average dead sucker

Everybody seems to have a Tarot deck
Everybody seems to be gasping for breath
Everybody says soon things will get better
Things will get better at the end of their tether

(Boomer Please) Buy My Apocalypse Songs

While you’re standing around
Waiting for your grandkids to drown
Or maybe catch fire
After you’re dead and retired
You may as well listen
Get high and get pissed
To my apocalypse songs
Yes listen to this shit

Boomer please
I’m down on my knees
Everything has gone wrong
Buy my apocalypse songs

I’ve got profiles in discourage
From The Airplane to the bees
Failed stories faded glories
All you need is flowers and beads
From Stealers Wheel to The Troggs
From glitter glam to 60s mods
And there was surely Pussy Galore
Stick around you won’t get bored

Boomer please
I’m down on my knees
Everything has gone wrong
Buy my apocalypse songs

Fake Fur

I know that outrage is de rigueur
So I’m at the rally in fake fur
I am human hear me purr
Do I dare to cause a stir?

The stars are out and preening
Tonight they’re seeking meaning
And they’re gazing at the ceiling
Gonna send the nation reeling

Do you dare to eat a peach?
Do you dare to sneak a peek?
While blazing at the beach?
Do you care to make a speech?

And I said “don’t get riled
Take a walk on the mild side”
I said “don’t get riled
Take a walk on the mild side”
Cause of all the things we must detest
Fake fur says it the best
So don’t get riled
Take a walk on the mild side

Flabbergasted

Well I used to be disgusted
And then I tried to be amused
But now I’m just plain flabbergasted
At the depth of the abuse
And I’m not singing ‘bout a bad date
And I’m not singing ‘bout ya 2 minutes hate
I’m looking at the new level of crazy
With their hands wrapped around our fate

Does anybody remember the quantified life?
(R. Plant voice) Does anybody remember laughter?
Does anybody remember the balcony speeches?
Does anyone remember bloodletting and leeches?
Does anyone remember the days before then?
Lugubrious meetings with remake-able men
& Little Brother is watching one and other
So mark your turf — Then run for cover

Year Zero

Thanks a lot
Pol Pot
Hot to trot
Forget me not

Year zero
What a hero
Nero’s fiddle
No Middle

The bride stripped bare
The pride sniffs the air
He should put it all out there
They’ll appreciate his flair
And he’ll show them that he cares
And that he’s so aware
The pride sniffs the air
When the bride strips bare

Is she chic — au contraire
She’s barely even there
He’s no great catch to be fair
And he hopes she doesn’t scare
He’s got toxic in the pocket
And he’ll break down if she mocks it
But he’ll always preserve a locket
Of her bride stripped bare hair

Thanks a lot
Pol Pot
Hot to trot
Forget me not

Year zero
What a hero
Nero’s fiddle
No Middle

The Stepfather of Our Country

He was the stepfather of his country
But he raised the kids as his own
He gave them ears of corn — oodles of porn
But when they bought bad cocaine they earned his scorn

& when they all got older
He turned them into soldiers
Strapping tote bags to their shoulders
filled with weapons of mirth
It was all rather cheery
He read them Dr. Leary
Until those silly numbskulls
Decided to give birth

That was just the final straw
This was just what killed their pa
“Birth & death stay from my door
What do you think the porn was for?
To make you each one onanistic
Now I’ll get a bit fascistic”

One by one he ate his grandkids
Chowed them down like gutted pigs
Except one who was schizophrenic
& could produce some anaesthetic
Together they drifted into a coma
Singing gleeful songs of soma

& thus a world was born & died
All because of a stepdads pride
It takes a village to make things fair
Fuckin’ stepdad didn’t care

Rebel Without A Mask

I was greasy in the ‘50s
Freaky in the ‘60s
My idea of ‘70s fun
Was “carry on my wayward son”
But all of that is in the past
I support the Ruling Crass
Did you think I’d wear a mask?
You don’t even have to ask

Cause I’m a rebel without a mask
James Dean with a modern task
I’m using up my remaining sass
To be a rebel without a mask

I’m with you if you’re with Q
So many red pills still to do
So many weird things but they’re true
I’ll spread the news to the young dudes
And if YouTube kicks me off
I’ll tell R.U. he’s going soft
Don’t you wanna question authority
Naked and maskless near the sorority?

Cause I’m a rebel without a mask
James Dean with a modern task
I’m using up my remaining sass
To be a rebel without a mask

 

Actual Apocalypse

Everyone’s a prepper now
Everyone’s a mutilated cow
Everyone is making vows
Everybody take a final bow

Actual apocalypse
It isn’t fun like watching Mad Max
it isn’t clever like Oliver Sacks or
Insanely great like Steve Jobs’ Macs

One mask is for the disease
One mask is for the smoke
One mask is for avoiding police
Last toke before we’re broken

Actual apocalypse
It isn’t fun like watching Mad Max
it isn’t clever like Oliver Sacks or
Insanely great like Steve Jobs’ macs

2020 this was the year
2020 the vision is clear
Gonna need four more beers
Drown the fire in my tears

Actual apocalypse
It isn’t fun like watching Mad Max
it isn’t clever like Oliver Sacks or
Insanely great like Steve Jobs’ macs

Ring around the platitudes
A pocket full of smug
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes
Ashes ashes