In Which Academics Indulge in Passive-Aggressive Youtubery

I belong to a summer book club. We are all colonial americanists, and we read a book every two weeks or so, and then get together at someone's house to discuss it. (Next time is at my house! Yay! Must remember to do dishes.)

We had a meeting this afternoon. Afterwards, one of our number, who never says anything if he can merely imply it instead, sent me the following video, with helpful transcription underneath. The original email referenced my (well-known? I guess it must be) love of 80s new wave.

I am still not sure what to think about this. Is something going to happen tomorrow? Are we low on gold, cotton and pearls? Are we indeed drowning in the oceans of history?

Possibly I am going to pay for this . . .






We're setting sail to the place on the map
from which no one has ever returned
Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool
by the light of the crosses that burned.
Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace
and the gold and the cotton and pearls
It's the place where they keep all the darkness you need.
You sail away from the light of the world on this trip, baby.

You will pay tomorrow
You're gonna pay tomorrow
You will pay tomorrow

Save me. Save me from tomorrow
I don't want to sail with this ship of fools. No, no
Oh, save me. Save me from tomorrow
I don't want to sail with this ship of fools
I want to run and hide right now

Avarice and greed are gonna drive you over the endless sea
They will leave you drifting in the shallows
or drowning in the oceans of history
Traveling the world, you're in search of no good
but I'm sure you'll build your Sodom like you knew you would
Using all the good people for your galley slaves
as you're little boat struggles through the warning waves, but you don't pay

You will pay tomorrow
You're gonna pay tomorrow
You're gonna pay tomorrow . . .