wynton marsalis - mr. game: your third prize lyrics
our next wonderful prize is actually two in one. we touched on the difficulties of contemporary parenting. now, consider the impossibility of accounting for members of your community. it’s all so involved. if we just strip away needless complexity, we can sell more of our ideas. what are we selling? well… partic+p+tion. the new community accepts everyone that can buy in. you can join the church. don’t worry about reading the book. send some money! that’s the sole requirement. “if you bring a check, we will not check.”
third prize
hear me folks, just as today’s community is more fluid, the family of now doesn’t need all of those old restrictions with the draconian nonsense of parents telling their kids what to do. you can now be the parents you wish you had. your youngsters should be free to define their world with other youngsters, a momma should be free to be with her group and a daddy free to be with his. when the generations, genders and preferences are separated, they are unencumbered to create the exact environment they want and can purchase. then, we can enjoy real partic+p+tion
o, glorious people! all this freedom must have a purpose. what greater purpose than selling? what better to sell than perfectly crafted entertainment products with a little s+xual electricity (from the world of taboo) targeted at everyone in your home
the only thing that feels better than selling is being liberated to give full expression to the cathartic euphoria of buying. it’s powerful and it feels so good. the real world will be delivered to your home, for a nominal monthly fee, when everyone is together…. or at any time on your mobile device. our hard+fought freedoms have allowed us to make available all of the things you were unjustly denied in the past
folks! we’re going full throttle, a candescent c+cktail of freedom tailored to excite the group it targets. look around. the kids love it! choice and culture!
here’s the breakdown:
(sing) give the people what they want
(sing) shake your money maker
(spoken) don’t sit on it, sell it!!
here’s the hand me down:
trash piles up if no one takes the garbage out. that’s why we pay people to clean. everything is for sale++even a community. like an old new orleans auction house
we used to sell and buy them as a community so’s all the mommas and daddies and children and all the relatives could be bought and sold in a very grand public spectacle. you know, selling and buying is in our dna. what you do is what you will do and that you do makes it true
here’s the lowdown:
don’t let other people exploit you. own your own identity. we all have something worth selling. this prize gives you permission to sell whatever you have to whoever is willing to pay for it. forget about shame
your prize is prime time p+rnography and the commodification of community
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