Hunger

We have all seen pictures of people starving around the world.  What I would submit is that if our inner lives were reflected in our physical bodies, many modern Americans and others would be similarly gaunt.  What just happened in Newtown: that was a final act of starvation.

I will add, that the soundtrack for that shooting might well be this one.

This song is played in virtually every major market at least once a day.  Listen–really LISTEN–to the rhythm, the tonality, the chords.  Everything in this song, lyrically and musically, screams anger, pain, and self condemnation and futility.  And many people thrive on this music.  Top two comments:

“The killers [the group, I assume, which itself is a charming name, like the Stranglers] are a bunch of faggots”

and “Most people are fags, comparing to AiC.”

This video has been viewed nearly 10 million times.  Ponder all this.

I’m the man in the box

Buried in my shit

Won’t you come and save me, save me

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?

Jesus Christ, deny your maker

He who tries, will be wasted

Feed my eyes now you’ve sewn them shut

I’m the dog who gets beat

Shove my nose in shit

Won’t you come and save me, save me

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?

Jesus Christ, deny your maker

He who tries, will be wasted

Feed my eyes now you’ve sewn them shut

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?

Jesus Christ, deny your maker

He who tries, will be wasted

Feed my eyes now you’ve sewn them shut