Mt. Plato’s Mao’s Dream streaming on Bandcamp…

In the land of ancient China where women bound their feet, each passing year was a sign of the destinies we all shall meet.

But Chairman Mao would rest his head, his mission statement done and said, the whole world’s knowledge in his red books, the people’s power which he so took.

And his dreams would take him far to lands black and blue with tar, where people all are scarred, their hearts and freedoms in a jar.

And it’s a wet dream, I tell you, he has every vision in his mind, reprimands the natural order, other people and their plans, the disease of control coughed on our hands, and it’s a wet dream, I tell you, he has.

So comes the virus of our days, delirium delights in pain, and with great caution, we shall strain to keep demagogues refrained.

And many people will rise, singularity’s demise, trifling tyrants tied, the truest sickness are those blind.

And it’s a wet dream, I tell you, he has every vision in his mind, reprimands the natural order, other people and their plans, the disease of control coughed on our hands, and it’s a wet dream, I tell you, he has.