“Progress”

I had the distinct pleasure of seeing David Bazan (aka Pedro the Lion) play through his seminal album Control (and other songs) this weekend. Such an amazing show–coupled with discussions about technology, the pursuit of happiness and how indoctrination does (or doesn’t) work–has left me in a melancholy mood (on top of winter weather and tragic events).

Re-listening to the Pedro┬ácatalog, I heard these lines from “Progress” in a new way and thought to share their poetry with you.

Progress has a way of feigning ease
Convenient new inventions bait the tease
For, though it is impossible to cure
A husband bent on cheating
The oxygen’s depleting
A child whose always bragging
A wife’s persistent nagging
We’re equipped to live as though it were

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