All bow and pray to the God of money

[specimenfred1984]

The God that tells you to go shopping and everything will be fine after 9-11, the God that tells you torture is a moral, the God that tells you to remain completely ignorant of consumer bubbles and corruption, the God that tells you getting rich is a god-like virtue, the God that tells you to support invasions of innocent countries, the God of money that builds America's churches then preaches hatred yes, that is America's god.

Now pray to the same gods of propaganda that have morphed the birthday of a fictitious supreme being with consumerism and convince yourselves that you love every minute of the fables linked to your material goods. Yes, be a good consumer, like being a good German it's what you have to do for your country and your God.

[patrice]

1. Yes. We ALLOW ourselves to be duped, lulled, lied to, corrupted, enslaved.

We are complicit in the world we've created.

[Skittles]

6. not all of us are

I've never been one of those materialistic pieces of shit, like women who brag about how they just LOVE their shoes :puke:

[TypeKast]

2. God

I like Google better.

[Journeyman]

3. Alan Ginsburg, "Howl" (second canto) . . .

II

What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgement! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovas! Moloch whose factories dream and choke in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisable suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstacies! gone down the American river!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!



Link added on edit: http://www.wussu.com/poems/agh.htm

[undergroundpanther]

4. You're gonna get what you deserve...

Hollywood Beyond..

What's The Colour Of Money

Dull my senses
steal my pride
principles denied

Passion faked and sold to the anthem green and gold.
Colour of the virtue by working like a slave

More precious than life? itself

what's the colour tempting fate?

What's the colour of money
what's the colour of money?
Don't tell me that you think it's green
me I know it's red.
What's the colour of money
what's the colour of money?
Don't tell me that you think it's green
me I know it's red!

Dull my senses
steal my pride
principles denied

Passion faked and sold to the anthem green and gold.
What was a useful tool
has taken our control?
It takes away your hearts and wraps it up around your soul.
What's the colour of money
what's the colour of money? . . .

What's the colour of money
what's the colour of money?
I know it's red
I know it's red!

Dull my senses
steal my pride
principles denied

Passion faked and sold to the anthem green and gold.
Colour of th.e virtue by working like a slave

More precious than life itself
familiarity breeds contempt.
What's the colour of money
what's the colour of money? . . .
What's the colour of money? (14x)



NIN..
"Head Like A Hole"

God money I'll do anything for you.
God money just tell me what you want me to.
God money nail me up against the wall.
God money don't want everything he wants it all.


no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me

head like a hole.
black as your soul.
i'd rather die than give you control.
head like a hole.
black as your soul.
i'd rather die than give you control.


bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.
bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.

God money's not looking for the cure.
God money's not concerned with the sick amongst the pure.
God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
God money's not one to choose


you know who you are.

[Double T]

5. It's enough to make you want to become a pagan...........

oh..that's right, I already am! Winter Solstice is coming soon!

[GrpCaptMandrake]

7. Mmmm, scuse me?

The god IS money. Or so it would appear. Consumerism is the religion.

[specimenfred1984]

10. Yes, I'm being redundant

Redundancy seems to be the preferred mode of communication in propaganda-land, which is where 99% of the people I speak to live.

[laconicsax]

8. These folks beat you to the punch

link

[Two Americas]

9. much worse than that

The god that tells you what your status is, and the status of those around you is, and that affects every social transaction. The god that determines your own sense of self worth. The god that dictates to you what you may, and may not do. The god that continually threatens your loved ones. The god that places an arbitrary and whimsical value on everything you do, according to the moods of that god and with no regard to human needs or quality or contribution to the well being of others. The god that runs every detail of your life, controls all of your relationships, and is in charge of the course of your life. The god that is jealous, and will punish you severely should you do anything against its will, or fail for even a minute to not consider the demands of that god every time you make any decision. The god that is always there, no matter where you go or what you do. The god that is destroying your community, your environment, your health, and your peace.

[BobTheSubgenius]

11. "Gimme big bucks, lord...I've got a real solution..."

- Money God (Big Pig)

[OneBlueSky]

12. "Plastic Jesus" . . . same mindset . . .

Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes,
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations,
We will travel every nation,
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.

{Refrain}
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations,
We will travel every nation,
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.

I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
Glued to the dashboard of my car,
You can buy Him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark, He's Pink and Pleasant,
Take Him with you when you're travelling far

{Refrain}

I don't care if it's dark or scary
Long as I have magnetic Mary
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
I feel I'm protected amply
I've got the whole damn Holy Family
Riding on the dashboard of my car

{Refrain}

You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell

{Refrain}

I don't care if it bumps or jostles
Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car
Don't I have a pious mess
Such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car

{Refrain}

No, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar

{Refrain}

Riding through the thoroughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind
Trouble coming, he don't see
He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sun shines on his back
Makes him peel, chip, and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par

When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who's boss
I never blow my horn or give them warning
I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo fits just right
And I use it as a sight
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far

When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say Damn
I can let all sorts of curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
For he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once his robe was snowy white
Now it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar

God made Christ a Holy Jew
God made Him a Christian too
Paradoxes populate my car
Joseph beams with a feigned elan
From the shaggy dash of my furlined van
Famous cuckold in the master plan

Naughty Mary, smug and smiling
Jesus dainty and beguiling
Knee-deep in the piling of my van
His message clear by night or day
My phosphorescent plastic Gay
Simpering from the dashboard of my van

When I'm goin' fornicatin
I got my ceramic Satan
Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
The women know I'm on the level
Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil
Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Leering from the dashboard of my van

If I weave around at night
And the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

[Number_Six]

13. All hail mighty MOOLAH!

I've been saying this for years.

America's god? Not Jehovah, Allah, Yaweh. Moola! The god of green!

[timtom]

14. And, it has always been thus.

Nothing has changed throughout history.

[Brewman_Jax]

15. Chris Rock was right

we worship it so much that we have it printed on our money--In God We Trust. :crazy:

[shoeshock]

16. find me another god

:) Find me another GOD to pray to....

what will your god do for me

[LeftinOH]

17. Look at the pretty X-Mas decorations!: