other voice: Brisa Roché <br />drums: Tatiana Mladenovitch <br />words & music, vocals, guitar, bass, piano: T. Hakola <br />film excerpts: "The Portuguese Man O'War" (Lauren Makael), "Un Jour parfait pour le poisson banane" (Virgile Bansard), photo: Nicolas Comment <br /> <br />OH… (TWENTY TWENTY F***ING-FOUR) <br />Oh… November was the cruelest month <br />but now every month is crueler than the one before <br />and still easier to swallow than the month to follow <br />roaring in like a lion to hollow out our hearts even more <br /><br />Oh… There once was a budding nation spouting hopes and dreams <br />that despite her growing pains and dark refrains still had the means <br />to align her real design with the myths written in her blood <br />and finally be “the land of the free,” truly worthy of love <br /><br />Moving forward were we in the long march to equality <br />between the races, between the sexes, and the rich and the poor <br />Two steps to a better day for every step back to yesterday – <br />that used to be the American way, used to be what we were living for <br /><br />And then along came Twenty Twenty-F***ing-Four <br />and an election revelation like none before <br />excreting an orange Second Reich to once again us benight <br />a second wave of MAGA blight, a triumph of spite evermore <br /><br />Oh… There’s no winter here where there’s no more snow <br />where we’re walking on egg shells as the silver bells toll <br />Mad parallels atinkling that won’t let me sleep – <br />the cold knell of Orwell’s inkling, history stuck on repeat <br /><br />Crashing back to before Roe v. Wade, they got us on the run <br />What’s next for their old handmaid brigade, supressing sex for fun? <br />Advocating for theocracy, for a God that trumps democracy, <br />they’re pining for the good old days, that misty antebellum haze <br />of white birthright plutocracy <br /><br />Yes, along came Twenty Twenty-F***ing-Four <br />and an election revelation unlike any before <br />excreting an orange Second Reich to once again us benight <br />reseating Putin’s whore to give the pimp a hand with his goddamn war <br /><br />Oh… There’s thunder o’er the wasteland aflame in the rain <br />a burning rumble yearning hard to take us all down the drain <br />We’re not as good as we thought we were, not what we hoped to be <br />Our half-wit half fell for the golden calf, bought the plot of a bad movie <br /><br />When they say make us great again, what do they envision? <br />Going back to Plessy v. Ferguson and the Dred Scott decision? <br />Back to school segregation before Brown v Board of Education? <br />Or female franchise deprivation before the 19th’s certification? <br />... <br />
