Heartless from Music People by robcrooks
Tracklist
| 6. | Heartless | 2:45 |
Lyrics
When things start getting bad, they start getting bad for women first. Forced into lives that are precarious and insecure. Vulnerable, men are worse than vultures, more sinister. Not even they know who they really are. Invested in the system, they defend it, and hold vendetta against those who bend gender, and threaten to expose the whole dead agenda. Descend to the very bed of western adventure. On the land of others, settlers act hysterical when you question what they hold to be essence. Harkening back to historical myths. Barking animals, hardly batting an eye starving Gazans. To Furby and Ellice, Main street and Higgins. Don’t make me paint you a picture. Ethnic cleansing, special oppression. All this phony wisdom, faux civilness, its colonialism. Encampments get displaced to cash in on real estate. The damage it creates. Some vanish with no trace. Fascists are roaming, aggregated, acting emboldened. Not just fashion and culture, in fact it structures the way we live. Struggle exists in our relationships and the ways we love each other. Killers in the shelters where they’re left to do their dirty work. Thugs, pimps and drug dealers, racist settler murderers. Bodies in the river and the landfills they don’t care to search. (Heartless.) Same housing crisis, but there’s uneven development. Some can’t pay their mortgages, some survive in the elements. Kicked out of warm places when it’s minus 40 celsius. (Murder.) Why are there more racialized people in prison, I wonder. Or thousands unhoused, the same idea, isn’t it? Same system, how come different outcome? Racism. At Camp Mercedes we stopped to visit, brought provisions and a lady I talked to said something rotten in it. They found her mom’s bones on a farm owned by Robert Pickton. She said it wasn’t just him. Frequent all-nighters, policemen and bikers. No secrets can hide from the Downtown East Side. From the North End to the B Side. Where women go missing almost every night.
