Strange Days
What do I see at the turn of the century?
A nation transfixed by “reality TV”
Place the players in positions of enemy
Whatever happened to empathy?
Survival of the fittest, like Lord of the Flies
Gone are values like compromise
We teach our children what’s on the screen
Embedded in their heads, they remember what they’ve seen
Now I’m not advocating censorship
Just put some thought behind it when you let the ink drip
These days are strange and new
But change will get us through
The tunnel of life is a journey through the dark
To find the way, follow your heart
If he can’t speak, he doesn’t speak for us
Strong defeat the weak when he loses all our trust
You will find a situation of disgust
The man who speaks represents us
When times change, we forget how he came
Systems deranged, rely on fame
When history sets the record straight
How I just hope it won’t be too late
Now I’m not calling for an overthrow
But just imagine what we don’t know
Copyright 2001 Beau Phillips