Song Parodies -> The Land of Confusion
| Original Song Title: | "Land of Confusion" |
| Original Performer: | Genesis |
| Parody Song Title: | "The Land of Confusion" |
| Parody Written by: | dennis |
Somehow, this is what the song seems to actually say to me, and those like me - and the 'normal' world is utterly confusing, so much so that I can speak of the world as being "The Land of Confusion". Note that the references to violence are taken from history, the contemporary experiences of other autistics, and my own life. Difference usually *does* mean death - social death, if not physical death. Still, I'm glad this isn't Nazi Germany. I'd be 'hitting the grate' and 'going up the chimney' if it was.
The Land of Confusion
My daily life is filled with screams,
Nightmares within all my dreams,
In the jungle, wary treading feet,
The predators lurk, to kill off the 'weak'.
I need not read the news today,
Nothing has changed my way,
The thugs, they have multiplied,
False friends – and all of them lied.
There's just too much 'normal',
Too many fiends,
Making too many problems,
No chance for love to be found.
Can't you see?
This is the Land of Confusion.
Yet this is the world we live in,
With these, our minds we're given,
Yet still, to hell we're flying,
'Abnormal' usually means dying.
Perfected person, where are you now?
Enshrined and lovely, all to you bow,
You who have no place for the 'weak',
Ah, yes, you name me a *freak*.
There is no time,
And there is no place,
Where we can endure each other –
No love can be found in illusion,
Don't tell me.
This is the Land of Confusion.
Yet this is the world we live in,
With these clumsy hands we're given,
Yet still, to hell we're flying,
'Abnormal' usually means dying.
I recall, seems like yesterday,
When I lived apart from the social play,
Yes, when my life was a story,
A pseudonym, an allegory.
There was laughter, then,
Now it's gone, and never again,
Name me an object today,
Spit in my face, and then walk away.
I won't be returning tonight,
Some thug will come out all right,
He'll find me and then make his bones,
A convenient victim is always *alone*.
There's just too much 'normal',
Too many fiends,
Making too many problems,
No chance for love to be found.
Can't you see?
This is the Land of Confusion.
For this is the world we live in,
This life is what we're given,
We do as we can, and hope it's decent,
Reach out and touch us now.
And this is the world we live in,
'Autistic' is the name we're given,
Give us a chance,
To show we're human too.
My daily life is filled with screams,
Nightmares within all my dreams,
In the jungle, wary treading feet,
The predators lurk, to kill off the 'weak'.
I need not read the news today,
Nothing has changed my way,
The thugs, they have multiplied,
False friends – and all of them lied.
There's just too much 'normal',
Too many fiends,
Making too many problems,
No chance for love to be found.
Can't you see?
This is the Land of Confusion.
Yet this is the world we live in,
With these, our minds we're given,
Yet still, to hell we're flying,
'Abnormal' usually means dying.
Perfected person, where are you now?
Enshrined and lovely, all to you bow,
You who have no place for the 'weak',
Ah, yes, you name me a *freak*.
There is no time,
And there is no place,
Where we can endure each other –
No love can be found in illusion,
Don't tell me.
This is the Land of Confusion.
Yet this is the world we live in,
With these clumsy hands we're given,
Yet still, to hell we're flying,
'Abnormal' usually means dying.
I recall, seems like yesterday,
When I lived apart from the social play,
Yes, when my life was a story,
A pseudonym, an allegory.
There was laughter, then,
Now it's gone, and never again,
Name me an object today,
Spit in my face, and then walk away.
I won't be returning tonight,
Some thug will come out all right,
He'll find me and then make his bones,
A convenient victim is always *alone*.
There's just too much 'normal',
Too many fiends,
Making too many problems,
No chance for love to be found.
Can't you see?
This is the Land of Confusion.
For this is the world we live in,
This life is what we're given,
We do as we can, and hope it's decent,
Reach out and touch us now.
And this is the world we live in,
'Autistic' is the name we're given,
Give us a chance,
To show we're human too.
This 'song' could be sung Karaoke style to the original music (which was intentional). Hence, I preserved the original flow and number of syllables as much as possible - and yes, it does borrow somewhat more than I like from the original. Site name
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Yep, you are right about the closeness of the original to your re-imagining of it, hence 544 from me (and I'm being kind). This is how Disturbed could have done it in their cover version.
Sir, Dennis, your writing is quite a philosophical observaton on our current 'Merican culture; which is definitely sliding into oblivion!
That's one of the positive things about Bush. As long as you can bash him without getting jacked, then America is not dead! Au contraire, Every 1's a winner! USA! USA! USA!
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