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An album to avoid if you want to dodge The Donald

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Image credit: Wallpaper Cave

Donald Trump’s victory in November came as quite a shock to us all. Even his supporters, including Republican bigwigs, thought that his numerous improper remarks would guarantee a Democrat victory. However, today the businessman and reality TV star will be inaugurated as President of the United States.

Shortly after the election results came through, there was a noticeable wave of depression and misery across campus. I shared the sense of disbelief and disappointment at the result. Looking for a way to take my mind off things, I found a sort of escape: psychedelic music. Rather than try and get out of a sticky situation with the help of some modern form of soma, why not listen to music made by people who were off their heads themselves?

I’m a fan of Pink Floyd, though there was one famous album to which I hadn’t listened. So, seeking to recover, I bought The Wall, fired up the stereo, lay back in bed and listened, expecting those prog rock masters to take me on a strange journey from the comfort of my bedroom…

Mother should I build the wall?

I beg your pardon?

Mother should I run for president?

Wait, who are we talking about, here? If it’s him, he really shouldn’t —

Mother, do you think she’s good enough?

She was described as the most-qualified candidate for the office – she was certainly good enough! She held so many important positions and —

Mother, do you think she’s dangerous?

Now, look, I know that there’s been a lot of focus on this email business, but so many of the claims against her were just —

Mama won’t let anyone dirty get through.
Mama’s gonna wait up until you get in.
Mama will always find out where you’ve been.

Ugh – let’s skip ‘Mother’ and go forward a track.

Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?

Oh come on… Things won’t turn out like that, it might have been a terrible election in a disastrous year, but the world isn’t coming to an end, is it?

Goodbye, blue sky…

Maybe I should switch sides. I’m old-fashioned – I listen to my music on CDs. On to Disk 2. I should be feeling comfortably numb, shouldn’t I?

There must be some mistake
I didn’t mean to let them
Take away my soul.
Am I too old, is it too late?

Oh, this is just making me feel worse. He’s been elected, there’s nothing we can do to stop it. Skip a few tracks…

Your favorite disguise.
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes.
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart.
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.

Yep, that’s him. How does this end?

…And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.

And when they’ve given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it’s not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall.

To be honest, if I had wanted to take Trump and what is to come off my mind, I should have thought twice about putting on an album named The Wall.

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Jack Harvey

Jack Harvey

Alumni & Public Relations Officer at The Yorker
Comment and Politics Editor 2015/2016, Editor 2016/2017, Alumni & Public Relations Officer 2017/2018. History and Philosophy graduate, studying for MA in Philosophy at University of York.