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Fahrenheit 45 – Baba Brinkman Music Video

November 26, 2019


[Intro Music] This is fun! As far as temperature is concerned I spit it 451 It’s a pleasure to burn Fiction, non-fiction, prose, narrative verse Nabakov, Shakespeare Literature Gets turned into ashes in a blast of petroleum I’m grinnin’ into the flames When I’m
throwin’ them I’m looking’ into the future Is it dystopian? What’s the harm in burnin’ a book if nobody’s holdin’ it? Crack it open Nothin’ but ink and paper Don’t blame the death of it On the village incinerator Nothin’ but information Physically disintegrating Save the vegetation Give it to the digital innovators Books are never gonna be banned Just scanned And delivered to the palm of your hand This is planned obsolescence Ozymandius falls into sand If we’re too busy to read it Digest it and understand Understand? That’s how history’s curves go No need for old geezers creepin’ on dirt roads Commit it to memory!? No, read it on your phone I’m just gonna check my social media first though… Daredevils, sex and heroin If the play sucks Just sting ‘em with the theremin Motorbikes, helicopters, jets Everything to do with automatic reflex Retail, death of attention to detail Loss of freedom Not all at once, piecemeal Small opportunities for rebelling Truth, lies, and storytelling Truth lies in storytelling Truth lies in storytelling Lies and storytelling Storytelling Remember the feelin’ of chillin’ under a tree with a book? The tactility, the smell of it? That feeling was good Remember that? How much would you give to get it back? I try to picture it… All I can see now is a Kindle app The ink is still black But now it’s a digital article And my attention span Is a little bit less methodical Less knowledgable I sped up quick after starting slow I don’t even use Kindle now I switched to Audible That’s how the story goes The fire is metaphorical The seashell in my ears Increasin’ my freedom forty-fold The voice in my head Spinnin’ a thread, but nobody’s home Any thoughts of my own get burned into “Holy smokes!” I listen to podcasts And watch the political conflag Like Mrs. Montag Feelin’ like everything’s gone bad Another sexual predator’s about to be given a hall pass Another Presidential-affiliate caught red-handed Like an episode of Cops Special Prosecutor Edition I try not to watch but I’m itchin’ I got a news addiction I used to think thoughts Now I’m glued to the feed Talkin’ to friends like… “The Orange Clown’s on again, have you
seen?” Fake news beamed into the parlor to prop the scam up Reading suddenly becomes an oasis in the hot savannah Conspiracies among readers who want some answers Switch off the state television propaganda Daredevils, sex and heroin If the play sucks Just sting ‘em with the theramin Motorbikes, helicopters, jets Everything to do with automatic reflex Retail, death of attention to detail Loss of freedom Not all at once, piecemeal Small opportunities for rebelling Truth, lies, and storytelling Truth lies in storytelling Truth lies in storytelling Lies and storytelling Storytelling I got sick of Chief Beatty gas-lightin’ Got enlightened, talked to Faber Got the bug for writin’ Like Bradbury in a library basement Typin’ into devices Never paper fetishizin’ Senses Fahren-heightened Sensitive to fascism Books died ‘cause they got adapted into rap rhythm Not a shallow pleasure A tactic to hack systems Freedom is needed Nostalgia for the past isn’t Never try and cage thoughts Let a mind range Sometimes it’ll take sedatives over migraines And settle into repetitive blind ways Like Oedipus Wandering in his dying days Censorship It starts from the bottom up People thinkin’ that they’re motivated By a lot of love “We must protect the weak! But it’s not enough Dangerous ideas must be banned from above!” Wait! Before you try to call in a leviathan A salamander to fry it all in fireball Try a small thing called dialogue You might just find it viable Daredevils, sex and heroin If the play sucks Just sting ‘em with the theremin Motorbikes, helicopters, jets Everything to do with automatic reflex Retail, death of attention to detail Loss of freedom Not all at once, piecemeal Small opportunities for rebelling Truth, lies, and storytelling Truth lies in storytelling Truth lies in storytelling Lies and storytelling Storytelling

5 Comments

  • Reply Liev Rasmus November 19, 2019 at 6:03 pm

    So cool. I love it!

  • Reply Levizja per dije November 19, 2019 at 6:17 pm

    New Song

  • Reply Caleb Johnsen November 19, 2019 at 8:02 pm

    Love the song, though I think you accidentally wrote the name of the song as "Fahrenheit 45" instead of "Fahrenheit 451".

  • Reply xczechr November 19, 2019 at 9:54 pm

    I can definitely relate to these lyrics.

  • Reply scott etienne November 21, 2019 at 6:01 am

    So deadly! Keep it up!

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