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Plastique (Pt​.​2: The Eagle Has Landed)

from Sheep Counting Sheep by Nic Burrose

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American consumer death burger honky culture is doomed to fail
Like the Roman Empire, Napoleonic France, and the German 3rd Reich came n went in the blink of an eye
This 4th Reich is reaching the end of it's rope
And we're collectively laughing until that noose snaps our collective necks below the trapdoor
We won't be laughing anymore when OUR shit hits the floor
Eyes peeled back like orange rinds in disbelieving death roes
Dethroned from our cellphone deathbeds
TV/ internet dreamlands
iPod disconnects
Missed Connections

Her talons
Full of figs and arrows
How can she possibly land on the tip of a flagpole and remain stable, stationary
When that pole is already creaking with red blood-lines, white-line Dogma and the blue eyed skies and seas speckled with the blinding pentacle purity of smart bomb explosions

We've wounded her
We stoned her and broke her wings
We put our wedding rings on the bathroom sink
We took shots at her and clipped her feathers

She's been hopping from pole to pole since the fall of Nero's Rome
She ain't on her last legs though

I wanna wake up tomorrow with make up stains on my pillow
I wanna see electronic guts n circuitry piled high on the pavement,
Auto mobiles without wheels rocketing to the Sun
I wanna see the guns that were made to be used in her name pretzeled
Tears drying from the eyes of their barrels
I wanna see her unafraid of colorcodes and timecodes
Tapping out Morse-codes instead of barcodes
I wanna see her in full bloom again
I wanna see her plumage again
I wanna see that
The Eagle Has Landed
on a mountain
on the Moon
without Old Glory, without oxygen masks
On her own two talons

Behind the trees, behind the curtain
Prominent men make prominent decisions that cause divisions among us
They give us just enough circus and bread
to keep us just enough entertained and fed
to keep us in psychic prisons

But we're building Rainbow Prisms
from stainless steel bars, ballpoint pens, and beat-up guitars
We're wrapping our pinkies around the strings of stars
and yanking them down from a forgotten sky

And before you blow out your candles tonight, honey
Ask yourself, "what have I been drinking?"

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from Sheep Counting Sheep, released November 11, 2011

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