When downtown Oakland has changed,
When I can walk unastranged into a local
wateringhole
where the music doesn't stop,
The bottom doesn't drop,
out of the place because I'm young and white
buth this is also the what bothers me about tonight
where are the people that lived here when I was here at the start?
they now live at the afar extensions of the BART
SYStem
The music is the same but the relation has changed.
MJ is not the same to the displaced as he is to those that replaced.
A song - a world is read differently by
every-fraction-of-people-in-time(s)
And what does this tell us of the world?
Should we read in frame, out of frame, which games - is everything
THE SAME?
or ultimately different?
Depeche mode draws the line
in this bar of contemporary time.
