Urthboy - Distant Sense Of Random Menace lyrics

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Maybe it’s too complicated, maybe it’s a minefield Maybe it’s like someone else’s problem it’s not quite real Buried page 10 of today’s paper Read about another road rage of a crazed teenager The mother gives the vox grab saying she’s just sad, and all the justice in the world won’t bring her daughter back flavour of the 48 hours til the news finds another utter tragedy to increase the views And you still never know if you’ve reached the truth 30 seconds to a minute and you’re in it up to the tips of your toes and hey the truth is a deceptive uncle Media moguls and leaders act like Simon & Garfunkle The, right wing squarks for yet more hawks And the, left wing calls for yet more peace talks And many people left are asking who to believe Cos reality is as muddy as token olive leaves And apparently you can’t wear your heart on your sleeve Cos the menace is too distant for listeners to grieve And even umm, I’ve been numbed til the cartoon alternative Still trying to learn to live Kigali It’s just a distant sense of random menace Bosnia It’s just a distant sense of random menace Gaza Strip It’s just a distant sense of random menace … Try as I might I cannot get my head around the Hutus slaughtering the Tutsis in Rwanda one-nine-nine -four, and then on top to comprehend how the United Nations let it happen with their blue helmets armed by the door Eight hundred thousand in less than Ninety days, is Africa just too far away Or is the genocide convention only mentioned in connection With the Nazis and the Jews during World War Two Cos your world views seen through the same few that drew Their bloody colonial maps for custodial taxes Historical pacts, treaties and age-old arrangements ignore In order for the dominant order to be restored Warlords, dictators, puppet regimes installed While cold wars and old walls did fall Wars on drugs, wars on terror later on there’ll be concessions made by governments of intelligence errors Is to understand to simplify? Black and white, good and bad, learn not to sympathise unless it’s of an allied flag I’ll be damned if my land is the fifty-first state Both a realist and idealist on the same day It’s not a soapbox, or at least I hope not These are things that affect me so much they’re what I dream of Dream of different endings where lessons are learnt Before good and bad were copyright foreign policy terms Before hip hop was either barbeque or bling Before it seemed like everyone was operated by string So align yourself, define yourself, design yourself, With any luck your life will all work out And you won’t find yourself the victim of an effort to ethnically Cleanse, left to defend the rest of these men, women & children, from rape, pillage and killing cos every evil got it’s coalition of the goddamn willing so forgive me if I can’t give you something to laugh to this is for you to argue, shake your mind and arse to, it’s for me to ask you just who can you trust dust to dust, and if tomorrow is us? What if…