The painting is ‘The Course of Empire’ by Thomas Cole (1801 – 1848).

Say a prayer and don’t despair about the cost of living crisis 
Cos life’s not fair and they don’t care about the rising prices 
The millionaires and billionaires wield their wicked powers
they own the shares, they don’t pay the fares, they’re not working longer hours

  They contaminate, discriminate, and revel in their sleaze 
  the permafrost is lost, but we still have the wage freeze 

the bankers are all bigots, experts in exploitation 
oil tankers and their frigates reeking eco-devastation
while we reimburse the nurses with the joy of food banks 
and the curse of empty purses and our hollow huge thanks

  You’ll find that it’s impossible to get paid any less
  can’t save no money saving lives for the NHS

The CEOs who freely chose to bolster their careers 
They’re mosquitoes in tuxedos bloodsucking profiteers 
who smoke cigars with glowing hearts, toasting market forces  
They’re Oligarchs, they’re greedy sharks, they’re feeding on the corpses

  The ambulance abandoned us, so now we need a hearse
  Yes the times they are a-changing… but they’re changing for the worse

I blame the vloggers and the bloggers, I don’t “like” and I don’t “subscribe”
All that scrolling and a trolling, through soundbites and diatribes
and we fixate on the clickbait that seems to be hell-bent 
on dictating that the content fuels our discontent 

        All the species being ghosted, wiped out like dinosaurs
        While we’re busy being offended, and fighting culture wars

Shopaholic fashionistas with their selfies and their memes 
And reams of influencers beat us senseless by extremes
it’s a trash-bag full of hashtags, rubbish flowing in our streams
algorithms causing schisms and addiction to our screens

        We’re the masters of our destiny, but it isn’t as it seems 
        Who’s pushing who’s buttons? Are we slaves to the machines?

Narcissistic mystics with their conspiracy theories
Going viral in a spiral of Netflix mini series
And woeful social media, where profiles are a deepfake
It’s a form of schizophrenia, like a hollywood remake

      We make a virtue of our vanity, embracing the absurd
      with virtual reality, to replace the real world

Cost Of Living Crisis

Ancient One

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Lyrics:

Lockers slam, final bell rings clear,
Perfume and sweat, emotions sincere
Tim's goofy grin, Jack's quiet nod,
Friends since childhood, now paths odd
If only I knew, this moment I'd chase

Time slips away, like sand through our hands
The future unknown, as we make our plans

These are the lasts we don't recognize
Fleeting moments before our goodbyes
If I'd known then what I know now
I'd hold on tighter, somehow
To these precious lasts

Grandpa's den, pipe smoke curls,
Cards snap, his laughter unfurls,
Weathered hands, stories untold,
Moments more precious than gold
If only I'd known, I'd change that night

Time slips away, like sand through our hands
The future unknown, as we make our plans

These are the lasts we don't recognize
Fleeting moments before our goodbyes
If we'd treasured then what we've lost now
I'd hold on tighter, somehow
To these precious lasts

Grandpa's den, pipe smoke curls,
Cards snap, his laughter unfurls,
Weathered hands, stories untold,
Moments more precious than gold
(Moments more precious than gold)
If only I'd known, I'd change that night

Time slips away, like sand through our hands
The future unknown, as we make our plans

These are the lasts we don't recognize
Fleeting moments before our goodbyes
If we'd treasured then what we've lost now
I'd hold on tighter, somehow
To these precious lasts
(These precious lasts)

Shadows lengthen, day fades to night
Memories flicker like candlelight
Each passing second, a gift in disguise
Open your heart, open your eyes

City lights flicker, radio hums our song
One last hug, 'See you soon,' feels so wrong
'We have all the time,' he said with a smile
If only we knew, we'd talk for a while
In photographs and fading scents
The love in each moment we spent

These are the lasts we don't recognize
Fleeting moments before our goodbyes
Now I know what I wish I'd known then
I'll hold on tighter, again and again
To these precious lasts
(These precious lasts)

Life's rich tapestry, woven with care,
Threads of lasts, love everywhere,
These precious lasts
We'll always have
These precious lasts
In every goodbye, a hello waits there

These are the lasts we don't recognize
Fleeting moments before our goodbyes
Now I know what I wish I'd known then
I'll hold on tighter, again and again
To these precious lasts

Precious lasts

Unrecognized Goodbyes

Fenrisulven

travel diary 1 part

MrDjBigHouse and The DeadMen Under
Vocals by Morgan Benny

You’re all gray (ft Morgan Benny-The DeadMen Under)

Blue (2005)

High

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