Testi A Good World Spoiled - Dan Bull

A Good World Spoiled

Hey there folks, how do you do?\nNow you’re tuned in, welcome to radio nostalgia, smooth\nThe place to go for mellow music while you play a round or two\nDown on that abandoned planet, surrounded by astounding views\nOnce a crowded coop cluttered up by countless humans\nClucking round without a clue that they’re nothing without a use\nThis whole world’s now a putting ground for the powerful few\nIsn’t it wonderful what uncontrolled wealth can do?\nAnd to think they called us selfish, too\nWithout the supermarket who the hell would the fisherman sell fish to?\nThe ice caps just lie flat, so what if we melt a few?\nWhy drink from the stream when you can buy some Mountain Dew?\nLook, it sounds counterintuitive\nBut nothing’s out of bounds if you refuse to count the counterview\nHow can you confound a counterrevolution without a suit to countersue?\nWe just monopolise until they drop like flies out of view\nCharity begins at home and home is very far away\nWe made a playground that’s unsafe for any child to play\nA scenic view, now that the green is blue and skies are grey\nThe things I’ve seen, it do, the things I’ve seen, it do, I’m not even sure I’d\nlike to say\nCorporations are a force of nature, ever green\nBy which I mean we’re forever chasing green indefinitely\nNone could keep our green in regulation, therein lies the rub\nBlood money, we vie for blood like a hungry tiger would\nYou once took pride in providing for your livelihood\nNow you’d die to buy the cybertruck, call that survivorhood?\nSee what I’m driving at? Could it even be more nicely putt?\nIs that a flying divot or a slice of life you’re lining up?\nNot lying, look, provided that you’ll financially thrive enough\nYou might just be invited to the finest club this side of Earth\nThis is no hybrid club, we don’t mix iron and wood\nJust high society types residing up in towers of ivory, lush\nCharity begins at home and home is very far away\nWe made a playground that’s unsafe for any child to play\nA scenic view, now that the green is blue and skies are grey\nThe things I’ve seen, it do, the things I’ve seen, it do, I’m not even sure I’d\nlike to say\nWait, do you hear thunder? If I was a few years younger\nI’d be hunkered down with you, sandwiched in a nuclear bunker\nTwo vacuum proof suited humans hum soothing tunes\nUnder a moonlit roofed tundra, cool as a couple of cucumbers\nNo social security number, just a bank account\nAnd a frank account of how the bank got out of hand\nThen dealt a crushing blow, the kind of hit that might not get the airplay\nBehind the scenes we sign the deeds, why would we do it in the fair way?\nWhen corpulent corporations become more powerful than nations\nTell me how is it at all a cause for praise or celebration?\nMake mistakes, not war, unless the war is profit-making\nThen make more and more, they’ll always be repopulating\nThat isn’t debt consolidating, we’re just under par\nTo be honest saving dollars over planets has brung us far\nTsunami waves and hurricanes are fun seen from afar\nWhile we wave at mother nature: «Look, we’ve finally done it, Ma!»\nAnd what is nature, but a loose impediment?\nWaiting for a corporation to drive a wedge straight through the sediment\nNever knew what we were doing, but we’d do it for the hell of it\nImprovise like Nick Henderson noodling on the theremin\nPrioritise accruing revenue above everything\nBoosting human endeavour to a new level it’s never been\nNew trends, loose ends, no true friends or fellowship\nWe never do anything, unless directly to our benefit\nCharity begins at home and home is very far away\nWe made a playground that’s unsafe for any child to play\nA scenic view, now that the green is blue and skies are grey\nThe things I’ve seen, it do, the things I’ve seen, it do, I’m not even sure I’d\nlike to say