Irregular Times Diaries: Unfit Discussion

Yesterday morning, J. Clifford offered up a bit of a comparison of MySpace with TagWorld – and TagWorld came out on top.

It looks as if J. Clifford is trying to set up a political space for progressives on TagWorld, a way for grassroots people to get together and get organized in a funky space. One of his ideas is to start a page there where people can view progressive-themed videos.

That’s an awesome idea, I think, and I really like one of the videos that he put up over there. It’s one of a song called War All the Time by the group Thursday. Thursday’s sound kind of reminds me of a New Jersey version of The Cure. Well, kinda. The lyrics to the song go like this:

Standing on the edge of the palisades cliffs

In the shadow of the skyline very far away

A lightning rod that couldn’t pull the storm from me

I was 5 years old my best friends older brother died

He fell from these cliffs

The river washed him away the current pulled him downstream

And our lives float in the headlines, so we parked these cars

Parent’s garage

Listen to the lullaby

Of Carbon Monoxide

War all of the time

In the shadow of the New York skyline

We grew up too fast falling apart

Like the ashes of American flags

The sun doesn’t rise

We replaced it with an h-bomb explosion

A painted jail cell of blood in the sky like Three Mile Island

Nightmares on TV they used to sing us to sleep

They burn on and on like an oil field

Or a memory of what it felt like

To burn on and on and not just fade away

All those nights in the basement the kids are still screaming

On and on and on and on

War all of the time

In the shadow of the New York skyline

We grew up too fast falling apart

Like the ashes of American flags

And we’re blowing in the wind

We don’t know where to land

So we kiss like little kids

We used to be very tall buildings

We’ve been falling for so long

Now your eyes follow the sign on the edge of town

They offer a welcome when you are leaving

War all of the time

In the shadow of the New York skyline

We grew up too fast falling apart

Like the ashes of American flags

The pieces fall it’s like a last day parade

And the fires in our streets start to rage,

so wave, to the people that long to wave back,

from the fabric of a flag that sang “love all of the time”

War all the time