Friday, June 27, 2025
Monday, June 16, 2025
El Himno Nacional
Jose, can you see?
Big Juan's footprints at night?
As we quietly sneak
Towards the land of our dreaming
Whose clean streets and green lawns
Are all things that we like
'Cross the river we crept
All the while still complaining
Though our pockets are bare
We turn up everywhere
And when we arrive
We demand all your care
Jose, does that star-spangled banner still wave
O'er the land that we all hate?
But whose riches we crave
Fitz
Big Juan's footprints at night?
As we quietly sneak
Towards the land of our dreaming
Whose clean streets and green lawns
Are all things that we like
'Cross the river we crept
All the while still complaining
Though our pockets are bare
We turn up everywhere
And when we arrive
We demand all your care
Jose, does that star-spangled banner still wave
O'er the land that we all hate?
But whose riches we crave
Fitz
Monday, June 2, 2025
Numbers
The millions of Utopia
Sprawl vagrantly
Across the killing floor
Failed disciples of some hollow fame
They had names
Now turned to silence
Making numbers of us all
The millions of Utopia
Gaze sightlessly
Into a starless sky
Soft machines and hard realities
And the grass grows green
Grateful for the nitrogen
Of things that moved and breathed
The millions of Utopia
Wait quietly
For the trumpet's tired cry
Dead to anger - no less than to joy
And the fields are still
Waiting patiently
For the Utopias to come
The millions of Utopia
Grin knowingly
When others smile and lie
Whispering, "As you are so once was I."
On the lonely steppe
A lonely tree gives shade
To lonely souls upon their lonely way
Fitz
Sprawl vagrantly
Across the killing floor
Failed disciples of some hollow fame
They had names
Now turned to silence
Making numbers of us all
The millions of Utopia
Gaze sightlessly
Into a starless sky
Soft machines and hard realities
And the grass grows green
Grateful for the nitrogen
Of things that moved and breathed
The millions of Utopia
Wait quietly
For the trumpet's tired cry
Dead to anger - no less than to joy
And the fields are still
Waiting patiently
For the Utopias to come
The millions of Utopia
Grin knowingly
When others smile and lie
Whispering, "As you are so once was I."
On the lonely steppe
A lonely tree gives shade
To lonely souls upon their lonely way
Fitz














