Popartglory

September 24th: Popartglory is 6 today

Everywhere I go,
It doesn't seem to show,
That this faith I have in you,
Gets stronger.

Strangers talk in trains,
About kids injecting their veins,
But what practical difference,
Does this make?

Class culture strains,
Our politics and their aims,
Destroying our imagination

Gender, class and race underlining our conviction,
shouting out truthful expression.

I can see into your eyes, and they're tired,
Your sensual smile surrounds me, you're in everything I know
I need to get inside your head, feed my mind on your soul.

This is not some game, where real life feeling
Gets lost in some hyped-up, hyped-up name,
Make democratic art through aesthetic, aesthetic
Aesthetic and political interaction.

Raised consciousness brings gain,
Blissful ignorance stores pain
Strengthening solidarity hastens change,
Resolve ourselves, reflect in natural, natural glory

I can see into your eyes, and they're tired,
Your sensual smile surrounds me, you're in everything I know
I need to get inside your head, feed my mind on your soul.