Silence Is Golden
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Alright, this song was originally written as a response to the media’s reaction to the shooting of Charlie Kirk.
It’s even more poignant now as the media washes the feet of a Nazi administration.
Despotism is public domain, but be aware you may need to document that if you publis this to streaming. Landr allowed it, Ditto doesn’t. But Ditto has a policy against public domain songs and stuff they applied to here… not quite a fit but whatever. I moved it to Landr.
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Silence is golden can yours be bought
Some sell theirs in an open tent shop
At a media gala it’s a hard pill to swalla
Fourth estate sells out for words on the dolla
Did you expect the truth? Naive little Lamb
Got Mary on speed dial to give me a hand
The elephant in the room? Gonna lettem’ stew
He can his call his crew on Xoom and go boo hoo hoo hoo
Flashier than the pyrotechnics at a funeral
But they dead inside might as well be goonin’ yo
Playing “both sides” never asking hard questions
Accepting dismissive rhetoric as honest submissions
Critical thinking got hosed with uncritical unblinking
Zombies skating on thin ice while mimosa drinking
Privileged little fascist adjacent way to complacent
Fascism is nascent nah it arrived with your placement.
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Silence Is Golden, they’re as silent as lambs
Obedient bleating bleaters bleating while the elite scams
Repeating what their masters say, pretty little parrots
Lead by a stick, some lies and a bundle of carrots
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The Fourth Estate is fan fiction from the cold war
They ask too many questions they a boot and a door
We’ve seen this before, why you lying to yourself
The cards have been dealt, no one to call for help
The cost of freedom is eternal vigilance,
Belligerent ambivalent ignorance is ridiculous
But we did this since, well way before I was born
We won World War Two but we’ve been more war torn
The atrocities we adorn, the things we wear with pride
Like helping Netanyahu commit genocide
Don’t ask questions! That’s not the job of the press
Printing what they’re told nothing more nothing less
How did we get here? The imperial boomerang!
It’s not something I invented or some foolish slang
The logic is simple as complicit cooperation
We commit atrocities abroad. We get it in our nation.
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Silence Is Golden, they’re as silent as lambs
Obedient bleating bleaters bleating while the elite scams
Repeating what their masters say, pretty little parrots
Lead by a stick, some lies and a bundle of carrots
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If you tie a bag of cash to a man and his voice
No surprise when he sells his silence as a choice
Drives a Rolls Royce, no shame just rejoice
This is how the morbidly rich exploits
The working class, lulls us to a sleep
While the cost of living never ceases to increase
People seek peace but our masters seek violence
Because things suck so hard they need our silence
That’s why they strap on boots, and act like galoots,
They’re all out of plans but never out of cahoots
But who gives a hoot? Those suffering the worst
That’s why press subdues the truth that lurks
Behind the lies, behind the smokescreen of the state
Hiding the rot inside while their wealth evaporates
They lie through their teeth and a pound of make up
Whatever they’re told is the cause they take up
——————————-
Silence Is Golden, they’re as silent as lambs
Obedient bleating bleaters bleating while the elite scams
Repeating what their masters say, pretty little parrots
Lead by a stick, some lies and a bundle of carrots
It’s even more poignant now as the media washes the feet of a Nazi administration.
Despotism is public domain, but be aware you may need to document that if you publis this to streaming. Landr allowed it, Ditto doesn’t. But Ditto has a policy against public domain songs and stuff they applied to here… not quite a fit but whatever. I moved it to Landr.
———————
Silence is golden can yours be bought
Some sell theirs in an open tent shop
At a media gala it’s a hard pill to swalla
Fourth estate sells out for words on the dolla
Did you expect the truth? Naive little Lamb
Got Mary on speed dial to give me a hand
The elephant in the room? Gonna lettem’ stew
He can his call his crew on Xoom and go boo hoo hoo hoo
Flashier than the pyrotechnics at a funeral
But they dead inside might as well be goonin’ yo
Playing “both sides” never asking hard questions
Accepting dismissive rhetoric as honest submissions
Critical thinking got hosed with uncritical unblinking
Zombies skating on thin ice while mimosa drinking
Privileged little fascist adjacent way to complacent
Fascism is nascent nah it arrived with your placement.
——————————-
Silence Is Golden, they’re as silent as lambs
Obedient bleating bleaters bleating while the elite scams
Repeating what their masters say, pretty little parrots
Lead by a stick, some lies and a bundle of carrots
——————————-
The Fourth Estate is fan fiction from the cold war
They ask too many questions they a boot and a door
We’ve seen this before, why you lying to yourself
The cards have been dealt, no one to call for help
The cost of freedom is eternal vigilance,
Belligerent ambivalent ignorance is ridiculous
But we did this since, well way before I was born
We won World War Two but we’ve been more war torn
The atrocities we adorn, the things we wear with pride
Like helping Netanyahu commit genocide
Don’t ask questions! That’s not the job of the press
Printing what they’re told nothing more nothing less
How did we get here? The imperial boomerang!
It’s not something I invented or some foolish slang
The logic is simple as complicit cooperation
We commit atrocities abroad. We get it in our nation.
——————————-
Silence Is Golden, they’re as silent as lambs
Obedient bleating bleaters bleating while the elite scams
Repeating what their masters say, pretty little parrots
Lead by a stick, some lies and a bundle of carrots
——————————-
If you tie a bag of cash to a man and his voice
No surprise when he sells his silence as a choice
Drives a Rolls Royce, no shame just rejoice
This is how the morbidly rich exploits
The working class, lulls us to a sleep
While the cost of living never ceases to increase
People seek peace but our masters seek violence
Because things suck so hard they need our silence
That’s why they strap on boots, and act like galoots,
They’re all out of plans but never out of cahoots
But who gives a hoot? Those suffering the worst
That’s why press subdues the truth that lurks
Behind the lies, behind the smokescreen of the state
Hiding the rot inside while their wealth evaporates
They lie through their teeth and a pound of make up
Whatever they’re told is the cause they take up
——————————-
Silence Is Golden, they’re as silent as lambs
Obedient bleating bleaters bleating while the elite scams
Repeating what their masters say, pretty little parrots
Lead by a stick, some lies and a bundle of carrots