McLuhan [USA] - Spiders (In Neals Basement)

Businessman in ranch house cages. They're mindless prisoners of routine. Rotting alcohol dulled senses. Frightened adjuncts to machine. Masquerade faces nod and smile They speak futile exercise Electronic images... Designed to train and tranquilize. Leave us alone Let us survive We must discover About being in a life Why are you blind Why can't you see Me and my friends Just want you be free Tubes of roaring darkness swallow, Yeah, carloads full of empty eyes. File-case towers filled with paper. They muffle melancholy cries. Generals directing war, On unsuspecting Asian valleys. Conrad's Mr Kurtz in dead... In cities heart of darkness alleys (Marvin Krout)