I'm known to have Five Iron Frenzy songs stuck in my head, or maybe just lines of them. Well this afternoon I was once again thinking about how much CRAP I own, and how little worth it all has to me. Also what this junk truly means. There are a few lines in hit me really hard:
- First the line that was running through my head over and over and over "buy, take, break, throw it away." That's what all this stuff is - rubbish that I've accumulated over the years.
- Second - "their new god... themselves." So very often I find that I'm running around trying to be God in my life. I know from experience that it doesn't work. I cannot be God in my life, yet over and over again I try to be.
Here's the lyrics - I'm going to see if there is a link I can post that will link to this song.
*~*~*~*~*
He is the icon of our times, solution to our modern crimes.
His trigger finger clicks remotes,
as carbohydrates slowly bloat.
Not fragile, or brittle.
He's seeking an acquittal.
No scruples, no meekness,
he has but one great weakness.
All the world must have a price,
save yourself from sacrifice,
everything will end all right.
American Kryptonite.
His mighty hands will hardly fail,
his intellect is barely frail,
he moves his lips in perfect sync,
demanding an espresso drink.
With passion, he searches, he'll make another purchase.
Familiar, you know him, he's saying that you owe him.
It was like the Manifest Destiny all over again, except,
instead of taking and consuming
everything in their paths for God,
they did so with the same fervor
and sense of entitlement for their new god... themselves.
Buy, take, break, throw it away.
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