A Channel Surfer's Guide to the Information Industry - Jon Rose

Every step we take is a rule we break And we're ever only moving backwards But we push on more, 'cause you always swore That we never even meet your standards Forgive me, I am sorry, but these wounds won't stay unopened When I say, believe me, the most beautiful people are broken This self doubt means that we shout But the void is always full of voices And t hey echo back everything we lack But we never know what the choice is This day plays out like the first, With a little more pain and a little more curse Believe me when I say that the most Beautiful people are beautifully broken Killing us with a thousand cuts, conquer and divide us It's a game that we have lost too well Can we get a little charity? Can we get a little empathy? The joke's on you, I only hate myself It's a war, with a prefix score 'Cause the front page is permanently airbrushed We abide by the rules, like naive fools But the game is always fixed against us Screaming at our souls you whisper everything we're not With every swipe, a sponsored snipe, 'cause honesty can rot Killing us with a thousand cuts, conquer and divide us It's all a game that we have lost too well Can we get a little charity? Can we get a little empathy? The joke's on you, I only hate myself Killing us with a thousand cuts, conquer and divide us You rigged the game and now we can't push through Can we get a little charity? Can we get a little empathy? The only thing I hate more than myself is you

Start at eight See what you know What have you been through, make a list Now scrap the page Forget what you wrote Writing ain't supposed to be easier, no You've read the news And none of that worked To help you make art you don't hate But someone whispered "The big screen is cool" So let's kill the blues at the talkies today We'll hit the cinema as violence abounds And Joker the Clown spoils the day On my phone there's a photograph or a minute long clip I opt against work to watch this So here you sit in darkness locked in Your art may be richer, but your brain turned to shit I tried the news, and it made me feel sick The Joker took armistice and blew it to bits I once heard it said that a man and his heart Could change if you listened more than spoke But now I'm afraid that my listening days Will end when the credits do roll Don't be alarmed if the chaos on screen Begins to resemble the world as it be You've come this far, and now you should see The uncanny parallels 'tween the talkies and me

For those of you of weaker constitution For those of you who may be faint of heart This is a tale of revenge and retribution So if you're smart Before we start You'd best depart You'd best depart An usher fainted in the aisle A nun from Leicester lost her wits You might avoid the first or second row Blood may spill And spines may chill It's ghastly - still We thought you ought to know It's only just past eight It's not too late For God's sake! For God's sake For God's sake go!

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