American Dreams

Sell the banks back to themselves/// pawn off our houses// sell away our futures/// sell off the sky… Sell your dreams. /// They’re going to carve their names on the headstone-- A monument to the corporate pharaoh sitting there, 20 stories up in the sky.

Bright lights/ cold night/// In the sky, burning their message of hopelessness into our eyes./// Hovering dreams of the babes// Babes who have no futures// the dismallest futures of all. They got nothing. We messed it all up.

My love is sick in bed/// her children run wild-- I had a dream-- a bad dream/// That our world got caught up in the torrent of the surrounding stream// turned into a tornado of nightmares smashed to bits on the stone where the pilgrims landed/// caged up by a jail-cell in the town of Plymouth. // Have you been there? It’s pathetic.

Can’t buy no dreams/// for they sell no dreams// When there are no dreams/// We have no dreams// When they’ve sold our dreams// There ain’t no dreams/// forgotten how to dream/// as easy as it seems// We owe our dreams to our corporate pharaohs/// To Bank of America// To Wall Street// Take back your dreams… Take back Wall Street… Take back your dreams

The organ grinder in a photograph gives me hope/// Hope for a time when the humans are gone// gone from the Earth.//// But that organ-man, where will he go? A drunken power plant blew up his world.

Sometimes lighting strikes-- sometimes it feels like the whole world/// is going to be gone-- But no one’s going to miss us ///when we’re gone.


Our American dream slipped into the storm drain. Sailing ships // Set foot on the new world, straight down the drain-- straight down the storm drain./// There ain’t nothing left/// in Assembly square. There ain’t nothing/// our dreams are broken-- our dreams are over.

Can’t buy no dreams/// for they sell no dreams. When there are no dreams/// We have no dreams// When they’ve sold our dreams
There ain’t no dreams/// forgotten how to dream/// as easy as it seems
We owe our dreams to living above our means // To JP Morgan/ To Goldman Sachs / / Take back your dreams…

Take back your education/ grow a garden… Take back your dreams

Fill the Brooklyn bridge full of lovin’, we come to occupy/// we come to confront. They say spray ‘em with mace. The people they have no face. Give up. Give in. You’re Davy, I’m Goliath and you can’t win. Expect a check, expressing thanks to the banks.

Circle the wagons-- circle your bikes. Foreclose on our dreams-- Humming- our train is coming// Your death is bubbling/// Gonna hang you. Your evil way: A systematic greed. //
Dewey square in the heart of the dollar. Beats the pulse of 3000 young callers. Come to speak their minds.

Can’t buy no dreams/// for they sell no dreams// When there are no dreams/// We have no dreams, When they’ve sold our dreams/// There ain’t no dreams/// forgotten how to dream/// as easy as it seems/// We owe our dreams to a foreign war/// To Barack Obama // To George W. Bush// Take back your dreams… Take back your slingshots/ take back your guns- Trade ‘em in for a paintbrush or Birkenstocks…. Take back your dreams



Mr. Politician man-- this isn’t funny any more. I once thought you were a stand-up comedian man, kill, kill killing it, like a Jimmy Fallon, /// a cash-machine with an motorized wig, combing itself back and forth. /// Now I can see you’re just corporate greed. Getting pushed around by your mad need.

Bigger/// better/// More under the hood. Silicon lips. Pump it up-- supersize-- inflatable sneakers. What would Freud say? Robotic, mounted love-apparatus.

It’s money. Hype. Smoke and mirrors. You tell em this-- but you give them that. Where’s your hearing aid? Sometimes greed is just greed. Sometimes it all is just greed. Sell them your dreams.

Can’t buy no dreams/// for they sell no dreams// When there are no dreams/// We have no dreams, When they’ve sold our dreams// /There ain’t no dreams/// forgotten how to dream/// as easy as it seems. We owe our dreams to our corporate overlords// To Mastercard-Visa// To the evil empire// Take back your dreams…

Take back your foreclosed-upon yurts…
Take back, take back your dreams

I can’t endear myself to you. All I can do is enfear myself to you. Beat me down with your ugly face. The selfish ugly face of the new child, which will grow into a snake of a monster. ///

Shaking and quivering at the scene you’ve been making. /// Damn you to the operator’s-booth/// lock you in the water closet. I ain’t going to enfear you, if I can help it... But the malice in you, strikes me straight to the core./// It’s no coincidence. Beat me down with your ugly. They’ll junk-mail you into submission. Steal your dreams, like a water-moccasin just waiting to swallow your dreams.

Can’t buy no dreams/// for they sell no dreams// When there are no dreams/// We have no dreams, When they’ve sold our dreams. There ain’t no dreams/// forgotten how to dream// as easy as it seems/// We owe our dreams/// To living above our means/// to our new-age slave-masters// To the all-seeing eye///
Take back your dreams… Take back the family you never had/// Take back your dreams