Friday, April 24, 2009

You, Me, and the Bourgeoisie


Here I am with all the pleasures of the first world
Laid out before me who am I to breakdown?
Everyday I wake up, I choose love
I choose light
And I try, it's too easy just to fall apart

Oh my baby don't be so distressed
We're done with politesse
It's time to be so brutally honest about
The way we know we long for something fine
When we pine for higher ceilings
And bourgeois happy feelings

And here we are in the center of the first world
Laid out before us, who are we to break down?
Everyday we wake up
We choose love
We choose light
And we try, it's too easy just to fall apart

Plastic bottles
Imported water
Cars we drive wherever we want to
Clothes we buy it's sweatshop labor
Drugs from corporate enablers
We're not living the good life'
Cause we're fighting the good fight
You and me just trying to get it right

Love can free us from all excess
From our deepest debts
Cause when our hearts are full we need much less
Yea I know we long for something fine
When we pine for higher ceilings
And bourgeois happy feelings

Everyday we wake up
We choose love
We choose light
And we try, it's too easy just to fall apart