Abstract
It is a song from the dead. Death is easy and it is everywhere. “Everybody turns.” We care about death inside us. Life is prec–ious-rity.
Context
I was watching The Walking Dead (TWD) while I was writing my book about being at the university. The song Easy Street by The Collapsable Club is used in the TWD series. In my book, I compared TWD with critics of necrophillic neoliberals’ society—and the university as a part of this. But the song was still playing in my head. The song and the scenes from TWD—all over again. And I see myself and my friends on Easy Street of TWD. So I sing it for you all.
Song
Every morning I take the Depakine Same before sleep So I can work—my work is going well Like my life: flat and silent And we all swallow Xanax Before and after every meeting To swallow what became and what it is Right here at the University on Easy Street Moment in the sun—when drugs are in your blood I am not alone nor scared—just Don’t look in my easy—’cause it’s nothing there Just—life that can’t be beat Just . . . I can’t look in your eyes anymore There is no light there—just Hazy sadness and fear Back to my dully work—’cause I know that fear Moment in the sun—and no future for all Precarity and survival—and it’s only just begun So take pills and work hard—’cause the world is a threat Right here— And don’t look in my eyes—just
Footnotes
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