Yesterday I viewed an astonishingly gifted artist perform an acoustic version of Chapman’s “Revolution.” (on the YouTube platform). Listening to the passion and the soaring vocals had me feeling as if he had reached into my chest, grabbed my still-beating heart, and held it up in front of my bleary eyes.

And my heart literally broke. I don’t remember the last time a song (not flaunted in mainstream media) affected me so.

The artist? Well, I don’t know much about him, other than he has a channel called Conspiracy Music Guru. He offers his perspective around free thought and exposing the lies we’ve been taught all our lives. He does this through the medium of humorous music videos. Sort of like a radical Johnny Cash with a cowboy hat and sunglasses, rocking a redneck aesthetic.

I’ve been doing my own karaoke covers of his humorous videos. As of late, he has invited his viewers to record themselves singing his music, to re-upload their renditions, and share regardless of their respective levels of talent.

I feel that behind the eyes of every legendary Joker there is profound intelligence and a call to action. As if to say: I want you to laugh, but I also want you to wake the hell up. Please, please, pick up the phone. It’s been ringing your whole life.

I’ve seen this brand of passion demonstrated by the likes of Robin Williams and George Carlin. Entertainers, funny men – revolutionaries.

To a lesser extent, there is pain and fury behind my own small brand of humor. Because of my autoimmune disorder, I can do very little. I’m no Leonard Cohen, but I can string words together. I can sing reasonably well. I have a lot of time to sit and think about the injustice perpetrated by those in power, paralyzing mankind.

On a much lighter note, I can sit in my bathtub and shower with my clothes on. I still don’t know why a video depicting me applying soap and shampoo to my fully clothed body is my most popular video to date. I had intended for it to be an abstract, ridiculous art concept.

In reality, I was experiencing such bone-crushing exhaustion – the kind I experience every day. I thought to myself, “I could accomplish two things at once – I could clean myself and my clothing at the same time!”

I know. I’m a strange creature. Perhaps people do not understand what I am trying to say when I post such a ridiculous video. Well, behind the music, the video editing and the bright lights sits a flattened soul. Everything I do through the medium of the written word or visual art is purposeful. Having stated that, my intention is not to deceive nor to sit in a white tower, flaunting my angst-ridden entertainment.

The Lies That Bind

Every day, we are inundated by the subterfuge of the mainstream media.

Why is it ok for psychopaths to sit in high places and convince us that they have our best interests at heart? Why is it ok to demonize, silence, crush and destroy those whose have dedicated their lives to throwing back the veil?

I’m not claiming to have any answers. But I know I am furious about many things – big pharma profiting from our infirmities, animal cruelty, our failing education system, and the “liars in high places” as Cohen so aptly put it.

I am even angrier that, in my own mind my intentions and ideas carry me to new exciting places, where I come close to breaking chains and shifting paradigms. Then I am sucked back to reality where I am trapped inside my head, pressing up behind the glass window built just for me.

It is ok for us to lean into our anger, sadness, and grief, as I am clearly doing in writing this. And perhaps it is why I experienced such a visceral reaction to the song I spoke of earlier, because like the artist, I too, want to see our world change for the better.

Here is the video that inspired me to write this post. I have no more words. All I can do right now is offer a soft whisper.

 

 

Lyrics:

Don’t you know

Talking about a revolution sounds like a whisper

Don’t you know

Talking about a revolution sounds like a whisper

While they’re standing in the welfare lines

Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation

Wasting time In the unemployment lines

Sittin around waiting for a promotion

 

Don’t you know

Talking about a revolution sounds like a whisper

Poor people gonna rise up and get what’s theirs

Poor people gonna rise up and take their share

 

Don’t you know you better run run run run, run run run run run, run run…

Don’t you know you better run run run run, run run run run run, run run…

Finally the tables are starting to turn

Talking about a revolution

Finally the tables are starting to turn

Talking about a revolution

 

While they’re standing in the welfare lines

Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation

Wasting time

In the unemployment lines

Sittin around waiting for a promotion

 

Don’t you know talking about a revolution sounds like a whisper

Poor people gonna rise up

And get what’s theirs

Poor people gonna rise up

And take their share

 

Don’t you know you better run run run run, run run run run run, run run…

Don’t you know you better run run run run, run run run run run, run run…

Finally the tables are starting to turn

Talking about a revolution

Finally the tables are starting to turn

Talking about a revolution

Finally the tables are starting to turn

Talking a revolution

Talking about a revolution

Talking about a revolution

 

~ performed by Conspiracy Music Guru (aka “Alex”)

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