There is something strange about the way people still follow the masses these days. This is not because they haven’t always followed the masses that it seems strange to me, but because nowadays we have more access to real-time information than ever, and maybe because by now we should be able to tell what is really, genuinely good, and what simply is being driven by bullshit fanfare.
Crowds gather and make lines at bakeries for peanut butter filled lobster tailed pretzels, the latest pair of Air Jordans of which I can’t even keep up with, and yet still look very much the same as the pairs they dropped years ago, and years ago before that; they wait in lines for movies of which the plots remain the exact same, and of which they have seen at least three or four times before it. They listen to the same songs over and over again as if playing the same games of tic tac toe with the same people.
Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn’t know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about.” —Gerard Way
Is it the hunger to need to belong to a pack of nonsensical wolves that drives most of these sheep-minded people, or is it that we still have so far to go before we can expect our nation of individuals to act like individuals and think on their very own? And why can’t we follow one another when revolutionaries revolt? Why is that the only time that we choose to watch from afar until it is ultimately safe to pick a side, even when we know that one side is a lot righter than the other?
How long can we go on watching the devil laugh at us as we sit here in this beautiful jail cell we call America before we decide that we will no longer be slaves? Oh, you think this isn’t just a beautiful jail cell? Then explain Martial Law to yourself, and then take a brief look over at what’s happening in #Ferguson because that should make you keen as to what exactly our good ole #Murica has become.
By no means am I saying that we don’t have the safety of God-like powered nuclear weapons, but we also don’t have the basic freedoms and choices that they make you believe we do, and more and more, as our access to real-time events and information continues to thrive, we should open our eyes and research for ourselves. We should see that what’s happening in Iraq is nothing more than a few Oil Conglomerates (corporations) paying off their lobbyists and filthy politicians to get their agendas into the White House, and our brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, sons and daughters into the battlefield to fix it. Don’t believe me? Go do some research and figure out what oil refineries were “hijacked” by ISIS, and do some digging to find out who the benefactors of all these deals are? You know, who exactly allowed KNOC to come in and operate US controlled product in those fields in the first place?
This remix of The Weeknd‘s “Devil May Cry” is nothing more than a pensive dose of vitamins for me. It’s a deep house rework that very prominently explains: that out of all the darkness we may come to see and know, we the people, full of ever hopeful love and joy, will ALWAYS trump evil. Maybe you join the fight, or maybe you just listen to another tune that will rock your socks off.
Faces in the crowd, Faces in the crowd will smile again And the devil may cry, The devil may cry at the end of the night.”