Guy Forsyth

Lyrics from "Long, long time"

When I was a kid I used to draw airplanes with stars and bars shooting down airplanes adorned with hammers and sickles.
I remember listening to songs about trains and feeling the rush of wonder at the possibility that the world was infinite and accessible all at the same time.
Then it was songs about highways and born to be wild and little red Corvette and the road went on forever.
But now its clogged bumper to bumper with SUVs and two-story pickup trucks that can drive over anything except the two-story pickup truck in front of it.
Now all the songs are about gangsters and guns and everyone wants to pull off the crime of the century, and get away with it.
We Americans are Freedom-loving people and nothing says freedom like getting away with it.
We went from Billy The Kid to Richard Nixon, Exxon, Enron, OJ Simpson. We used to dream about heroes, but now its just how to beat the system.
So where do we go to dream now? Up on the roof of the projects, staring into the the city lights to see if they’ve built golden arches on the moon yet?
Self-medicated, half-sedated, trying our best to stay distracted, living life according to the TV set.
Corporations owning nations, telling us don’t change the station, it’s the only safe way to win the human race.
I wonder how the world sees us, rich beyond compare, powerful without equal, a spoiled, drunk 15-year-old waving a gun in their face.