VLVL the collapse of justice

[Tim Strzechowski]

Okay, Mr. Waters.  Your lyrics are more about corporate America than gender,
methinks.

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/pinkfloyd/dogs.html


----- Original Message -----
From: "Terrance" <lycidas2 at earthlink.net>
Cc: <pynchon-l at waste.org>
Sent: Sunday, February 22, 2004 8:52 AM
Subject: Re: VLVL the collapse of justice


>
> >
> > Frenesi is not insane, yet her motivations are unclear. The case
> > against her, especially if it is to made in moral terms, is politcally
> > revealing.
>
> All women are Dogs:
>
>
> You've got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
> You gotta sleep on your toes when you're on the street
> You've got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
> Then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
> You've got to strike when the moment is right without thinking
> After a while you can work on points for style
> Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
> A sudden look in the eye, and an easy smile
> You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
> So that when they turn their backs on you
> You'll get the chance to put the knife in
> You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
> You know it's gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older
> Yeah and in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
> Hide your head in the sand
> Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
> And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
> And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
> And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
> So have a good drown as you go down all alone, dragged down by the stone
> Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
> Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
> Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
> If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this place
> Deaf, dumb, and blind--you just keep on pretending
> That everyone's expendable, and no one has a real friend
> And it sems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
> Everything's done under the sun
> And you believe at heart everyone's a killer
> Who was born in a house full of pain
> Who was trained not to spit in the fan
> Who was told what to do by the man
> Who was broken by trained personnel
> Who was fitted with collar and chain
> Who was given a pat on the back
> Who was breaking away from the pack
> Who was only a stranger at home
> Who was ground down in the end
> Who was found dead on the phone
> Who was dragged down by the stone
>