Enjoy

Enjoy Every now and then it just strikes me over the head, lead hammer, full swing, brains on the floor, heavy impact: we live in a society almost entirely designed for, and driven by consumption. Perhaps there’s no “almost” about that, come to think of it. A society—if not a world—where more is everything. Where more is beauty. Where more is love. Where more is life—Or else. And like sheep—incapable of escape—we drink whatever is offered. And then we drink some more. While nothing could be farther from the truth, were we only to look. Since I am convinced that we can fight the evils of this universe with art, I collected myself and fell into song. This is the result: my ode to the compulsive consumer in us all. ____________________ The Words: I’ve heard about virgin scenery somewhere beyond the machinery me, I’m fine right here won’t let it get to me I have no goals and I make no plans I fan the fire with one-night stands where I leave no hopes and will suffer no demands I tempt a lot as I siren and sing I feast on hungry hearts but that doesn’t mean a thing I wish I could sample all I see that everybody would come to me with their friendly smiles and their generosity I believe that I am what I eat that I can taste everything I greet and I’ll drink to that for this world is but a treat I spin a lot as I spider and sting I don’t know who I am but that doesn’t mean a thing It’s a consumer’s paradise it is my world and if you’re fool enough to feel it you will never quite repeal it And I know it’s an unthinkable mistake to try to fight it or to fake us out and leave it 'cause we’ll never quite believe that you would try or ever count on breaking through if what you plan and hope to do is find some reason in this all-consuming season we have brought to snare you firmly by the throat and we do not even remotely care you think we have served it up and you will drink You pray a lot as you sinner and cling You say you’ve had enough but that doesn’t mean a thing Ulf Wolf February 1998/June 2015 Copyright © 2015 by Wolfstuff