Signs and Synchronicity

[talktooloose]

In the shower this morning, I found myself rewriting a mothballed song of mine called "What Kind of Liberation Is This?" I realized it could resonate in light of the "liberation" of Iraq and that I would write something about the coming of fast food joints to Bhagdad in place of meaningful aid for starving, ill, homeless people.

I went up to the kitchen in time to hear on the radio that Burger King and Pizza Hut are already planning their first Bhagdad franchises.

Speaking of Synchronicity, in the 1986 Police song of that name, Sting writes the brilliant lyrics:

Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket line today
He doesn't think to wonder why.

And then he fucks it all up with:

And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.

Goddamnit! Finish what you start!