This is the War Economy dude..

[mnaz]

This is the War Economy dude,
where nothing really means much
except who won the last big fight
and the next one, and if you can't
see all those dollar signs you
must be a little blind.

[saw]

Ike was dead on
the military industrial complex
running the show
and they're not particular
they'll sell arms to anyone with a bank account

[WIREMAN]

They damn sure will
Even back to the Bronze Age
It's the same old song....."MONEY!"

[mnaz]

Your net worth is your only worth in this money-obsessed material culture we're engulfed in ... Gated community, the others are utterly expendable...

[mnaz]

Sometimes I think I'm in this eternal industrial Cleveland
winter, with dead steel mills like blackened gothic ogres and stacks rising out of the grime and snowy filth beside the howling white-out that is Lake Erie; at least there's spitting snow to keep the mercury above zero or so, along the tracks and crumbled brick ruins with shot-out panes ... until I steal a '66 Dodge Dart and bomb down the highway toward palm trees and surf to bet on the dogs or horses, or dogs riding horses, with a few hundred dollars in my pocket... or maybe I just watched a Jim Jarmusch movie ...

That whole movie reminds me of the '80s punk scene, at least the periphery of it, or maybe "hipster" is the word I'm looking for... It's not Sid and Nancy or Repo Man, and no hard core soundtrack-- but it had the Screamin Jay Hawkins trash-blues, the filthy old downtown slum apartment crash pads, the tin TV dinners and old rabbit-ears TV's, fedora hats from the '20s and of course the bulletproof borrowed 4-door slant-six Dodge Dart rolling toward Florida out of the white misery of a Rust Belt winter...