Sunday, February 13, 2011

Future McMansion

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This house is across the street from my house.
I spy with my little eye
Anything here that I can buy.
I see a little thatched cottage
Looking so neat
With compulsory purchase we can buy it up cheap.
Then we’ll pull up the floor boards,
Knock down the walls,
Rock the foundations,
Until the house falls.
Like a pack of cards,
Crashing to the ground.
Then we’ll build a row
Of identical boxes
And sell them all off at treble the profits.
Demolition.

The deeds are in my pocket,
I’ve got a contract in my hand.
An opportunity for luxury living.
I’ll arrange the mortgage
To be repaid a hundred percent.
I can’t wait around so make your decision.
We’ll buy up all the cottages
And every house and every street,
Until we’ve got everything we need.
Every town in the vicinity,
Every farm and village green.
We’re gonna buy up everything,
Then it’s demolition.
Demolition. demolition.

Two up, two down,
It hasn’t got a garden,
But it’s got a lovely patio.
Stainless steel kitchen sink,
Gas fired central heating,
Whaaa -- specifically designed for modern-day living,
Nothing’s permanent and nothing lasts,
We’ve sold all the houses so put ’em up fast.
We’re gonna buy up this town
And pull it all down.
How I love to hear the demolition sound
Of concrete crashing to the ground.
Demolition.

It’s time to make some money,
It’s time to get rich quick.
It’s the wonderful world of capitalism.
I’ve got to make a profit,
I’ve got to satisfy my greed,
It’s my faith and my religion,
Demolition. demolition. demolition.
And we’ll buy up the towns,
And we’ll knock ’em all down
Build a brand new world of our own.
"Demolition" by the Kinks, Preservation Act 1


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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wonder if you are still blogging. I recently discover your site and love it. Hopefully you didn't give up, you definitely have a gift for it.

4:07 PM  
Blogger Robert Boyd said...

Anonymous: Almost all my writing nowadays is on my blog The Great God Pan Is Dead, which mostly covers the art scene in Houston. So I haven't given up writing, but writing about urbanism and real estate--that I have mostly given up on (except where it crosses over with art--see, for example: http://thegreatgodpanisdead.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-guy-to-show-up-at-itchy-acres.html).

But Thanks for your kind words. (Of course, on the post your are commenting on, the author of the lyrics is the immortal Ray Davies of the Kinks.)

12:20 PM  

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