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I think I’ve listened to that cd so many times that that backmasking has been forever ingrained in my subconcious.

I am going to sleep now.

Goodnight.

“An idea dies in the same slight way that we lose track of the facts.
Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks.
And now the freedom of the press,
Has turned to freedom to impress.
Perfect hair, sells products well,
like suffocating, sickly smells,
The make-up smears, like false pastels,
Like glossy, sugarcoated cells.

Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight.
They’re buying you with fear and lies.
Turn it off until it’s right,
That’s the news, that’s all, goodnight.

The advertising dollars buy, the right to stifle antonynms,
To sterilize the truth with fiction, so we can sing their corporate hymns.
And all of us were cowed and bought it,
Hardly anybody got it.
While mergers made their spires grow taller
What they let you know grew smaller.
And we were scared, or too bemused,
and so we still turned on the news.

Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight.
They’re buying you with fear and lies.
Turn it off until it’s right,
That’s the news, that’s all, goodnight.

(are you scared? we want you to be… you are our loyal customer… we’ll keep you coming back for more… are you scared? you should be.)

Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight.
They’re buying you with fear and lies.
Turn it off until it’s right,
That’s the news, that’s all, goodnight.”

-“Anchors Away,” by Five Iron Frenzy