Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Song: Cathedral Street

With the second set of riots tonight in Anaheim (not covered) and the Joker's hair still green (not orange), this seems as appropriate a time as any to post the song version of this, a bit of autobiography:



Tupac twirled his toothpick with a frown
“The only thing that matters now
In this godforsaken desert town
Is how to drive these plow mules to oblivion.”

Tupac with his hologram
Blessed the emerald valley
From Coachella all the way to Indio
And he went back to his friends in barren stone.

It was on Cathedral Street
When he dared to question Socrates
In a masked crusaders holy cape
At the May Day Communist parade
Where girls with polka-dot skirts hypnotized
And the revolution wasn’t televised.

Tupac with his girls at Fascist Island
The sands of lunch got in his time
He serves soft-serve koans to blue smurf kids
Reads Blue Cliff Notes on tilt-a-whirling gigs

It was on Cathedral Street
When he dared to question Socrates
As the May Day Communist parade
Left flowers on top of the Indian grave
And the Gang of Four played tunes for bouffant brides
And the revolution wasn’t televised.

Tupac, with everyone in pain
We stood there in silence
Waited ‘til you finally passed away
To save a world not ready to be saved

It was on Cathedral Street
When he dared to question Socrates
In a masked crusaders holy cape
At the May Day Communist parade
The girls in polka-dot skirts hypnotized
And the revolution wasn’t televised.

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