Frankly I don't care even the tiniest bit for Bill Callahan's music. It's not even just that I feel neutral about it, I actually dislike it actively and intensely, which is fairly rare for me. His music makes my skin crawl, feels undefinably wrong to me somehow. I cannot pinpoint the reasons nor provide any rational explanation for my gut-level revulsion, which embarrasses me a little.
But I like this one as a poem.
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Some people are a sickness on this land
They're killing, they're taking, they're stealing
Whatever they can
Anything, anything, anything that is not bolted down
Your life, your money, your heart, your faith, your bike
Anything that is not bolted down
Learn from the animals, monkeys do
Monkeys do piggish things too
Learn from the vegetables, monkeys do
The way they strive towards the light
A small potato in the blight
Still strives towards the light
I know it's as dark as night
It's as dark as night
It is day though
Some would ask, what are we to do
With a world that crumbles to the touch?
A world that spins and dies where it stands,
Like trying ain't enough?
To family is all you can do
To family is all you can do
Even if it's just us two
To family is all you can do
And strive towards the light
Strive towards the light
It's as dark as night
Strive towards the light
Strive towards the light
I know it's as dark as night
It is day though
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