"Eat Drink and Shop"

(If you walk out from here to there. If you write lines of lies.

Cos it's pop n all that. With a machine beat.)

Down in the city centre, there are banners everywhere: "eat drink and shop". I can't help reflecting that once, in a city like this, a hundred or five hundred years ago, there may've been banners or pendants that celebrated something else, the glory of God, or God and country, or some political ideal. Instead, it's been replaced by a monotonous mantra, issued forth like a military order, with no appeal to reason, no appeal to anything higher.

One of the slogans of the Bolsheviks was "peace, bread and land". "Peace, bread and land" has now been replaced with "eat, drink and shop". Which translates as: spend as much money as you possibly can, make as much profit as you can for us before you drop dead.

Am I reading too much into it? Probly.