Kulcha Tursdy: Woody Harrelson

A friend stuck this song, and it is a song, on the end of a bootleg he recorded for me, and I love it so much it’s worth a share on here…

It’s by Woody Harrelson, actor, activist and all round nice guy. If you want to hear the song in it’s original form, go to Woody’s website.


I sometimes feel like an alien creature for which there is no earthly explanation.
Sure I have human form, walking erect with opposing digits,
but my mind is upside down.
I feel like a run-on sentence in a punctuation crazy world,
and I see the world around me
like a mad collective dream.

An endless stream of people move like ants from the freeway
cell phones, pc’s, and digital displays.
“In Money We Trust,” we’ll find happiness
the prevailing attitude;
like a genetically modified irradiated Big Mac is somehow symbolic of food.

Morality is legislated
prisons over-populated
religion is incorporated
the profit-motive has permeated all activity.
We pay our government to let us park on the street.
And war is the biggest money-maker of all,
we all know missile envy only comes from being small.

Politicians and prostitutes are comfortable together,
I wonder if they talk about the strange change in the weather?
This government was founded by, of, and for the people
but everybody feels it like a giant open sore
they don’t represent us anymore
And blaming the President for the country’s woes
is like yelling at a puppet for the way it sings
Who’s the man behind the curtain pulling the strings?

A billion people sitting watching their TV in the room that they call living
but as for me
I see living as loving
and since there is no loving room I sit on the grass under a tree
dreaming of the way things used to be

Pre-Industrial Revolution
which of course is before the rivers and oceans, and skies were polluted
before Parkinson’s, and mad cows and all the convoluted
cacophony of bad ideas like skyscrapers, and tree paper, and earth rapers
like Monsanto and Dupont had their way as they continue to today.

This was Pre-us
back when the buffalo roamed and the Indian’s home was the forest,
and God was nature and heaven was here and now.
Can you imagine clean water, food, and air
living in community with animals and people who care?

Do you dare to feel responsible for every dollar you lay down?
are you going to make the rich man richer?
or are you going to stand your ground?
You say you want a revolution?
a communal evolution?
to be a part of the solution?
maybe I’ll be seeing you round.


About Miss J

Gen-x Australian female - out of my mind and my country. Cast adrift, as it were :) Enjoys: cat-cuddling, books, movies, music, theatre, travel, rpgs, cricket, F1 racing and all things to do with the sea..
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