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Freak Power

Album: A Life-Altering Trip Through Time
By:
Chronic Ion

Duration

2:51

Genres

Spoken Word/Perf. Poetry

Description

Track 8. Dedicated to Hunter S. Thompson.

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Lyrics

The place is dimly lit and heavy with smoke... halfway to capacity with hippies and proud, long-haired freaks. A man sits alone at the bar, a long cigarette dangling in the corner of his mouth. He calls over the bartender. HST: Two shots and three beers. His green visor and yellow sunglasses put him in stark contrast to the surrounding crowd... a character among the people. Passing Freak: Freak Power! HST: Freak power. HST: Most people are surprised I walk on two legs. He puts back a shot, pauses, then takes a swig from a beer. Passing Freaks: Freak Power! HST: Freak Power. I learned a long time ago that reality is much weirder than anyone's imagination. Buy the ticket, take the ride. On the wall behind the bar hangs a poster of a closed red fist with two thumbs holding a green button. Thompson For Sheriff. HST: Freedom is something that dies unless it's used. In 1970 we frightened the bastards so badly that on election day they rolled people in wheelchairs, even on stretchers, into the polling places to vote against us. When we lost the election, they instantly got down to making sure no one like me could ever run for office again. Politics is the art of controlling your environment. Question everything, man! Suddenly a stray dart ricochets off the wall and sticks in the bar... right next to the cluster of remaining drinks. HST: Jesus! Goddamn animals! A local freak approaches... presumably the owner of the rogue dart. Freak: Sorry, man. The freak reaches toward the dart on the bar. The odd man shrinks back in horror, practically falling off his stool. HST: Nothing, I want nothing. Passing Freak: Love your work, man. Freak power. The freak just stands there... smiling. Slowly, the man at the bar gets himself upright again... still with a beer in hand. HST: Freak power. He chugs the last of the beer, then signals the bartender again. Bartender: Seriously? HST: I know, I know... Bartender: You've got three drinks still in front of you. HST: I know what I'm getting into... I definitely need two more beers. Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

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