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Текст песни Unending Ache

As time went by
slowly by the businesses sprang up and preyed upon
the postwar surplus crumpled in our gloves
oh what a glorious experience
an ineffable gift
your eyes and ears constantly barraged
and smeared shut with shit
we are happy to fuel a culture industry
in need of new product
when a flash in the pan misses the synapse of appeal
way up in the ether of simulation and the real
until my overloaded ears close shut
and my heat dissipates just enough
I'll have the same unending ache
I'll have the same unending ache of dissent and disgust

Context:
Unending Ache
After World War II, a growing economy helped produce a new youth culture eager to spend their disposable income. Fortunately, the 60-year business grab known as "the music industry," which arose to manipulate and take advantage of this, has hit a figurative brick wall. The use of different media outlets has allowed a more horizontal situation to develop where people can bypass a large portion of the smarmy bastards who continue to control the garbage foisted upon us as music. Hopefully, the continuity of cooperation, direct control and participation will keep the supportive network alive the world over.