Let us be lovers,It's funny, because you can't have real estate in your bag, so the speaker is either a huckster — not a good image for a politician — or, most likely, a poor guy comically conveying the fact that he's got nothing, so his offer to "marry fortunes" is, we realize, early on, nothing but the proposed love. The lyrics have to stop there because the next line is "So we bought a pack of cigarettes," and no one's going to be smoking in a political ad. But if we were to keep going, we learn that the man is on the bus with his girlfriend, Kathy, and to pass the time they are "playing games with the faces"...
We'll marry our fortunes together.
I've got some real estate
Here in my bag.
She said the man in the gabardine suitHence SteveR's "I said, 'Be careful that old man is really a commie...'"
Was a spy.
I said, "Be careful,
His bow tie is really a camera."
If we go on with the song we get to the most evocative lines:
"Kathy, I'm lost", I said,In the comments, Meade quotes that and adds:
Though I knew she was sleeping.
"I'm empty and aching and
I don't know why."
Then Kathy woke up and looked out the window.Mrs Whatsit drew attention to the same "Kathy, I'm lost" passage:
Alarmed when she realized where we were.
"Art" she said,
Though she knew my name is Simon.
"We're somewhere near Greece!
Why didn't you wake me up?
We should never have made that left turn back there.
We need to make America great again!"
That song is an awful choice for a political campaign. It's not about hope and promise. It's about looking for America and not finding it.Ah, but that's why I like it. There's this deep feeling we have about America. It makes sense to speak of looking for it, longing for it. Obviously, we are right here in America, so what's to look for? But that obviousness is obtuse. We understand the idea of looking for America, finding the real, more essential, more beautiful America, the America that fulfills our dreams and lives up to our ideals. Donald Trump says "Make America great again," as if there's one America and sometimes it's good and it can go bad and it can become great again. But another, more poetic way to put that would be "Make America America again" or "We'll find our way back to America." I don't recommend that as a slogan for Trump. Too easy to call him reactionary and racist. But you see my point: Americans understand the idea of searching for America: We've all come to look for America.
The lovers hop on the bus hopefully enough, but by the end they're out of cigarettes and out of things to talk about, and she's flipping through a magazine rather than looking out the window at the country rolling by. Last verse:
Cathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleepingA sad, superannuated song for a sad, superannuated candidate.
I'm empty and I'm aching and I don't know why
Countin' the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They've all come to look for America, all come to look for America
Now, bagoh20 said, referring to the point in the ad when we see lots of faces in tiny squares:
Oh man, the dinosaurs are swooning. Lets all do a little more Baby Boomer damage before we go. If you want socialism, you specifically, and adamantly don't want America, but there are many places to go join the Borg - the huge cube of faces, all equally too small to see, drab, helpless and dependent. Please leave us individuals a home on this planet not ruined by guilt, fear, and sloth.I said, Be careful that old man is really a commie....