Selling The News

I have always loved the band Switchfoot.  I love their style of music but mostly I love they way they write their songs.  They are so creative in how they get their message across with lots of metaphors and plays on words.  I really have to listen to the words of their songs and really think about the lyrics to get what they are saying.  And when I get it, I am usually touched, convicted or just worshipping along with them.  Lately I have been enjoying their new CD (do we even call them that anymore?), Vice Verses.  It is great.  There has been one song, in particular, that has caught my attention.  I love the way they speak the truth in this song.  They don't beat around the bush, they say it like it is. 

Selling The News

By

Switchfoot

Welcome to the holy city of silver screen
Built with a lens and a low self esteem
A teenager's plea for meaning and means
Were selling the news

See opinions are easier to swallow than facts
The greys instead of the whites and the blacks
If you shoot it too straight they wont come back
Were selling the news

See money speaks volumes louder than words
Or virtues with wings maybe not quite at first
But salaries are paid by the ads not the birds
Were selling the news

See all men are equal all is for sale
A powerful dog that's been chasing his tail
The lowest common denominator prevails
Were selling the news

I want to believe you
I want to believe

But everything here's in between
The fact is fiction
The fact is fiction

I want to believe you
I want to believe

But everything here's in between
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion

America listens the story is told
With an eye on the truth as the story unfolds
But the ratings determine if story was sold
Were selling the news

Begging the question mongering fears
Stroking the eyes and tickling ears
The truth is seldom just as it appears
Were selling the news

I want to believe you
I want to believe

But everything here's in between
The fact is fiction

I can see your talking heads
On the television set
On the internet they said
That fact is fiction
Suspicion is the new religion

Substance, oh substance-where have you been?
You've been replaced by the masters of spin
Who make good looking books and write history in
We're selling the news

The lines start to blur, I get so confused
I get shiny new models mixed up with the blues
I get binary code mixed up with abuse
The facts are simply one option to choose

Where nothing is sacred there's nothing to lose
Where nothing is sacred all is consumed
We're still on the air it must be the truth
Were selling the news

I want to believe you
I want to believe

But everything I see is greed
The fact is fiction
Suspicion is a new religion