Honor
The American work ethic is almost like a religion; in some ways, it's more deeply ingrained and steadfastly practiced than one. "Honor" is not intended as a direct attack on that; it is intended as an attack on how people handle that. Other cultures have such as ideas as "right work", where you have to believe in what you do, as this is vital to your well being, the proper practice of your job, and ultimately the good of society. "Right Work", understand please, is not someone else's choice, it can only be yours. We have no such concept here. ANY work that can be had is right work, and differentiating is often seen as overly sensitive at best, and ungrateful, gutless or actually illegal at worst. Having lived through the '80s watching greed crown this "all out" ethic, work was turned from something grasping and ugly to something sociopathic and fiendish. Efforts to find jobs assisting the elderly and the handicapped, reading to the blind, you know- more useful than "art"...no money in that but hey, they'd love to have you in your spare time! I could not seem to find "right work" anywhere. To me, that was the really honorable work. Around me, the concept only existed as a pipe dream, "wouldn't we all?", etc. Protesting such obvious facts is useless, right? But what if you something inside you will not allow you to back down? If I'm to be steamrolled by anything, I'm at least going to raise my middle finger to it before I go. Here it is.
lyrics
What can you own
When you refuse to own yourself
What are you worth
When you live your life for wealth
Who do you fool
When you live life as a lie
Where is self respect
When you live your life to die
What becomes of life
When security is your god
Broken by the world
As a tractor breaks the sod
Everything you do
Revolves around the cash
Everything you've dreamed
Has been thrown out with the trash
Honor
How can you live without, live without
Honor
Where you draw the line
Freedom lies dying
My world is not your world
We are like strangers in the street
Perhaps the day will finally come
When you and I can finally meet
Until that day I own myself
Even if your fear owns you
I play the game to buy my shelter
But you've been purchased through and through
Honor
How can you live without
Live without
Honor
Where you draw the line
Freedom lies dying
G.S., late '85 or early '86
credits
from Darkland Express part one,
released April 29, 2016
GS: 12-string electric guitar, bass, acoustic drums, vocal, guitar, piano, effects
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