Antiseptic

Yesterday was a strange day. John Edwards admitted to having an affair, and as a result all media coverage was focused on him — not the the other minor story that the Vice President had ordered a forged document that provided a false link between Iraq and Al Qaeda to further make a case for a war that has killed over 4,000 Americans. But who gives a fuck about that; $400 haircut John Edwards, who isn’t running for anything, but when he was would often appear in photographs with his wife and children, cheated on them!

The song is called “Antiseptic”, because the press is supposed to help kill the germs that can do us a lot of harm. Right now it is an antiseptic bludgeoning an antigen that doesn’t threaten us at all and once again allows the Republican administration to infect with its literally murderous deception. Great job guys.

Since we are on tour, we have to go a little more lo-fi than usual. We recorded two songs without vocals before we left, and I wrote the lyrics for them and recorded them from the road but we are now in week three of our tour, so I recorded this tune on video in the van an hour or so ago outside our show in hot, hot Tulsa, OK. Enjoy, and please pass around:

Antiseptic

All in a day, the ricochet
Of salacious scandal pushes the sanguine out of the way
For overgrown boys, and corresponding girls
My hands wring out of sync with the hands of the rest of the world

So, Antiseptic, won’t you wash away the dirt?
The stuff that kills, not the stuff that hurts
We’ll take care of the rest if we need to
Antiseptic, while they’re selling out the dead
You’re curing colds while cancer spreads
Somehow never there when we need you

All in an hour, misuse of power
Will not encode within the waves that beam from the tower
The map to death’s door, oh that was forged
All might be fair in love but I’m afraid it’s not in war

Antiseptic, won’t you wash away the dirt?
The stuff that kills, not the stuff that hurts
We’ll take care of the rest if we need to
Antiseptic, while they’re selling out the dead
You’re curing colds while cancer spreads
Somehow never there when we need you

Antiseptic, won’t you wash away the dirt the stuff that kills not the stuff that hurts
We’ll take care of that when we get there
Antiseptic, common decency demands
That you focus on the injustice at hand, ’cause every story is leading us nowhere

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