The lyrical contents of this song are not especially subtle, layered, or nuanced, but if anything I think that’s what appeals to me about this one so much. In the fraught political times we live in, there’s something unusually soothing about hearing a relaxed voice just talking through these issues from a perspective twenty-six years in the past and still getting it entirely right. So often when we revisit older media we talk about how things haven’t “aged well,” a graceful term used to say that social norms have progressed such that even the things we may have loved at the time in hindsight seem ugly by today’s standards. This piece suffers no such fate. The subject matter being dealt with here is dark to be sure, but there’s something to the delivery of it all that just makes it feel like things are going to be alright. The intermittent addition of a reverb effect to the vocals and the habit of dragging out the end of these words creates an almost dreamlike impression, perhaps aiding that positive vibe by making it feel less “real” in a literal sense while still speaking truthfully about the matter at hand. The line I love the most in this is a clear mission statement:
I hate to sound macabre
But hey, isn’t it my job
To lay it on the masses and get them off their asses
To fight against these fascists
Having this direct intent is a part of what makes this song so reassuring. It’s confronting the reality that we’re faced with, but doing it in a way that doesn’t leave you with a feeling of dread the way so many other things these days do. The last repeating line, an echoing “Not me,” makes an effective closer, grasping at the core of inequality in America in two words.
