Big Brother and the Boss

Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer; though as he well knew, even a back can be revealing. A kilometre away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape […] He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? And the bombed sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the willowherb straggled over the heaps of rubble; and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger patch and there had sprung up sordid colonies of wooden dwellings like chicken-houses? But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright-lit tableaux, occurring against no background and most unintelligible.

The Ministry of Truth […] was startlingly different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white concrete, soaring up, terrace after terrace, three hundred metres into the air. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party:

WAR IS PEACE

FREEDOM IS SLAVERY

IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.

On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert

I pick up my money and head back into town

Driving cross the Waynesboro county line

I got the radio on and I’�m just killing time

Working all day in my daddy’�s garage

Driving all night chasing some mirage

Pretty soon little girl I’m gonna take charge

The dogs on main street howl ’cause they understand

If I could take one moment into my hands

Mister I ain’�t a boy, no I�’m a man

And I believe in a promised land

I’�ve done my best to live the right way

I get up every morning and go to work each day

But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold

Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode

Explode and tear this old town apart

Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart

Find somebody itching for something to start

The dogs on main street howl ’cause they understand

If I could take one moment into my hands

Mister I ain’�t a boy, no I’�m a man

And I believe in a promised land

There’�s a dark cloud rising from the desert floor

I packed my bags and I�’m heading straight into the storm

Gonna be a twister to blow everything down

That ain�’t got the faith to stand it�s ground

Blow away the dreams that tear you apart

Blow away the dreams that break your heart

Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and broken-hearted

The dogs on main street howl ’cause they understand

If I could take one moment into my hands

Mister I ain’�t a boy, no I’�m a man

And I believe in a promised land

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