Tomorrow, I will be heading down to Panama (YEAH, BABY!) for 10 blissfully hot and humid days. This is where I will be staying, at my grandmother's house in Vista Alegre:
I listened to "Spirits in the Material World" by The Police while heading home from campus last night. It was the first time I had heard the song. The repetitive chorus was stuck in my mind for the remainder of the evening.
I searched for the song's lyrics, and, strange as this may sound, they reminded me of the current economic crisis:
There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution
Our so-called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it's the rhetoric of failure
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another way
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution
Our so-called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it's the rhetoric of failure
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another way
