Monday, January 08, 2007

Cold Turkey/Working Class Hero

Oh I'll be a good boy
Please make me well
I'll promise you anything
Get me out of this hell...


If only it were that easy. If we only each had our Yoko Ono. We all take things for granted, and mock our saviors too easily.

I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I was having sex with my ex-girlfriend. In the dream, the sex was as bad as it ever was. Thanks for the reaffirmation.

I've been listening to John Lennon all night. Here's another song of his, "Mother":

Mother, you had me
But I never had you
I wanted you
You didn't want me
So I, I just gotta tell you
Goodbye, goodbye
Father, you left me
But I never left you
I needed you
You didn't need me
So I, I just gotta tell you
Goodbye, goodbye

Children, don't do
What I have done
I couldn't walk
And I tried to run
So I, I just gotta tell you
Goodbye, goodbye

Mama don't go, daddy come home
Mama don't go, daddy come home
Mama don't go, daddy come home
Mama don't go, daddy come home
Mama don't go, daddy come home
Mama don't go, daddy come home
Mama don't go, daddy come home
Mama don't go, daddy come home

I can't stress enough how no major pop singer ever says anything like this any more. Or this:


Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be...


When I was in high school, I typed up the above lyrics and taped them to my wall. Nowadays John Lennon is kind of a peace-monger phony joke since Yoko's promoting him and his neck-ties and lithographs after his death... at the time, though, Lennon was speaking his real, painful heart. I was only 15 when I first heard him and hadn't been close with any other person outside of my family or within my family (awful as that was), but because of him I knew what was coming, and got a sense of how the world really was. And braced myself. It was scary, but Lennon prepared me for it, and gave me the strength to question it.

Who can teens today listen to for intellectual rebellion?