I've been searching the internet for a video that captures the feeling I tried to write in that last chapter, mob mentality in its purest form, but none of that riot footage is close. No sane person would bring their fancy camera into such a genuinely chaotic moment. Zombie flash mobs tend to involve a lot of marching calmly down the street. Even Saving Private Ryan was a little too orderly.
Every phrase I searched for using "chaos" or "anarchy" just came up with songs or bands with that in their names. I watched a bunch of concert footage, metal heads pumping their fists in unison, cameramen almost caught under crowd surfers. I wanted that surge of energy, fighting to reach the stage, but people at shows mostly stand in place. Sometimes they fight each other, but it's not the same. Elvis and the Beatles got their fans to scream, which was a big deal at the time, but I found no examples of true pandemonium.
No, the best I can do to capture the spirit of the chapter is through people who know death is upon them and decide they're gonna take the time to sing about it.
It's sedate, but I think it sends a good message. Here's the rest of the words:
You work and work for years and years, you're always on the go;
You never take a minute off, too busy makin' dough.
Someday, you say, you'll have your fun when you're a millionaire -
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair.
(Refrain:)
Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think;
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as a wink -
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
You're gonna take that ocean trip, no matter, come what may;
You've got your reservations but you just can't get away.
Next year, for sure, you'll see the world, you'll really get around -
But how far can you travel when you're six-feet under ground?
Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams, your ravishing brunette;
She's left you and she's now become somebody else's pet.
Lay down that gun, don't try, my friend, to reach the great beyond;
You'll have more fun by reachin' for a redhead or a blonde.
(Repeat Refrain)
You never go to nightclubs and you just don't care to dance;
You don't have time for silly things like moonlight and romance.
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack;
But when you kiss a dollar bill, it doesn't kiss you back.
(Repeat Refrain)
