There is a man,
of great praise and honor.
People line up in great lines
to listen to him spit fire.
The man speaks to the people
with passion and flames.
His speeches are lengthy,
his words are not tame.
Oh, his words, oh, his words,
how they cannot be stopped.
Like the 4th of July,
they sparkle and they pop.
His brow drips with perspiration.
His mouth sprays passion...
But if you’d stop,
and you’d really, really listen,
You might be the one to notice,
behind that intense focus,
Is a man with a plan,
and nothing but ulterior motives.
Behind those speeches
of passion and poise
Is a man with a black heart,
only making noise.
If you’d stop what you\'re doing,
and flex your ear muscles
You might finally notice,
the man only speaks in mumbles.
Now if you confront him about it,
he doesn\'t even deny,
He’d say, \"People hear
what they want to hear. Give it a try.
You just need to stand up high
and give out a shout.
It doesn’t really matter
what it’s about.
Just be careful not to speak
any word too clear,
It’ll give away the illusion,
you’ll lose your lure.
So don’t say how you really feel,
say something incomplete.
Say something opaque,
obtuse, or obsolete.
Your scattered mumbles though,
make no sense in the air,
Will form meaning after going
in each individual ear.
Your jumbled word will go in,
swirl around for a bit,
Until it forms a shape,
the perfect one that will fit
Inside each person\'s box.
The one they try to fill
With their own passions, agendas,
missions, and goodwill.
So each person will hear,
they’ll think, then apply
Their very own meaning
to the mumbles you let fly.
One person could hear this,
and another will hear that.
It’s whatever they choose to hear
from wherever they’re at.
You’ll receive high praise
for the things that they hear
Even though all you did
was open your mouth and stand there.
But that\'s all they want;
They want their own fears to shrink,
They want to know that the ways they think are right,
are the right ways to think.\"
So the man goes on mumbling
on stage after stage.
He even writes books,
and people love every page.
But if you picked one up,
and began carefully reading,
You’d find only scribbles
and nothing of meaning.
And if you’d confront him about this,
he still wouldn’t deny.
He’d probably even tell you
just how and why.
\"People judge a book by its cover
of course.\" He’d say.
\"If people like what they see,
then they\'re willing to pay.
So after you have your happy-go-lucky cover
All that\'s next is
to get in front of your customer.
Those that will buy will read
what they want to read,
Just like they hear
only what they want to heed.
Ask the people, they’ll show you,
truth is subjective.
It differs from mine to yours,
to his, to her perspective.
But if you ask me about truth,
I’d say it’s simply irrelevant.
Haven’t you been listening?
Fine, then hear this final argument.
You don’t need much effort
or thought for the truth.
You don’t have to worry
about something so uncouth.
You don’t need to speak truth
when you have power and passion.
You just need the right tone, the right suit,
and a stage to stand on.\"
Those are the words from the Mumbler himself...
So, watch out for those mumblers
who are everywhere.
They\'re quite hard to spot
unless you have a keen ear.
So be careful, keep watch,
and always stay humble.
But don’t take my word for it,
for I tend to mumble...