Backyard

I was sitting at the kitchen table when dad started talking about something political or societal; I cannot remember what. He was bitter with the way something was and is. With an understanding askew glance, I, without a smidgen of forethought, mentioned how some people are without the ability to see hypocrisy. I became smitten with that concept. It is true that numerous people cannot see hypocrisy and its effect on their lives. Two days later, in the evening fading light, I reprised that idea and quickly made this song. The first two verses came instantly and the rest cohered so well I was scared...

Why is it impossible
Why is it so hard
For some to see
The hypocrisy
in their own backyard?

I just don't know
I just don't understand
Why some people
Can't even see
The back of their hand?

There's no lack of ignorance
There's no lack of shout
But just like Abe said
Why open your mouth
And remove all doubt?

Is it 1984 all over again?
The proles consumed, consumed by sin
And love and sex and others' fame
Weather reports and football updates
By made-up dames
They keep our eyes off, off the game
That controls the middle, begin, and end

They say

Close your eyes
Open your mouth
Come on now, eat this
No, its not foul

Its magically delicious
That's no lie
Come on now, you can trust us
Because we live your life

Is it 1984 all over again?
The proles consumed, consumed by sin
And love and sex and others' fame
Weather reports and football updates
By made-up dames
They keep our eyes off, off the game
That controls the middle, begin, and end

Is it even important
For someone to take charge
And help the people see
The hypocrisy
In their own backyard?

Two caveats: I have used the word prole and dame in two recent songs. I have a anti-authoritative streak and a pro-woman streak in me I guess. I think that is an accurate statement.
Anyway, you may ask what hypocrisy I am referring to. Figure it out for yourself!!

Cheers! Jon