Lyric of the Month: March 2012 – Bane

by Nic Olson

All swelled with pride, your chest blown out. Face the flag as you declare “We are the greatest country in the world. Richest, smartest, most advanced. Who can keep up with us?” And where has it gotten us? Take a look around. As miserable as we have ever been; Violent, mean, pulling our hair out. As fourteen year olds march through metal detectors; Bitter, unhealthy, empty. Most dissatisfied of societies. My granddad weeps for the simple days. Everything that you could ever dream of five minutes from our fingertips. Prettied, processed, packaged, shipped right to your door. We need everything in every colour to feel that we’re alive. We’ve got to brag to all the world about all our toys just like when we were five. I hear you chant “Everything is alright, it’s gonna be alright” As you rush to your night job, everything is gonna be alright. Knuckles white as you grip your purse. You scream that things could not be better as the flames lick at your face. And I’m as fucked as anybody. The bright lights catch my eyes I’m as scared as anyone. The blood rains from the sky. We can’t tell what we want from what we need, or which one matters more. It’s all a spinning mobile, it’s all a catchy lullaby. Everything is gonna be alright. So suck your fucking thumb.

-Bane, Release the Hounds, Give Blood