The Z100 zoo-radio deejay changed:
Beck feigns mad screaming,
Plays Lost in terror's garden.
Dark vein blackmailed Fool.
After the first death... which for Beck starts in his heart.
Reading Beck's teleprompter must be a moral and aesthetic parallel to being drowned in a cesspool. Fortunately, he ends up tying conservatism to craziness/ignorance/paranoia.
Sourcing below the fold.
BTW: vote tally stands at 15 - Despise, only 5 - Pity.
That surprises me. This guy is mentally disordered at best. A rich sociopath, from a consensus of the comments. $32,000,000/year.
The "dark veins" for Beck are the very opposite to the dark veins in Dylan's:
A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London
Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
And the still hour
Is come of the sea tumbling in harness
And I must enter again the round
Zion of the water bead
And the synagogue of the ear of corn
Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound
Or sow my salt seed
In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn
The majesty and burning of the child's death.
I shall not murder
The mankind of her going with a grave truth
Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath
With any further
Elegy of innocence and youth.
Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter,
Robed in the long friends,
The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother,
Secret by the unmourning water
Of the riding Thames.
After the first death, there is no other.
This is the soul of London. The child's death during the Blitz had been beaten to meaninglessness by the wartime propaganda machine.
Enough.
From London, for ever, "enough."
For this blackmailed Beck, there are children to house and feed and a wife. He chose no scandal over sacrificing everything to end his hate hours.
Pity him.
That child's burning death was no less a torture than what he does 5 times a week.
After all the twitter-haiku slams, please a moment for pity.