Grundrisse
The Grundrisse der Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie (Outlines of the Critique of Political Economy) is a lengthy, unfinished manuscript by the German philosopher Karl Marx. Left aside by Marx in 1858, it remained unpublished until 1939. The Grundrisse is very wide-ranging in subject matter and covers all six sections of Marx's economics (of which only one, the first volume of Das Kapital, ever reached a final form). It is often described as the rough draft of Das Kapital, although there is considerable disagreement about the exact relationship between the two texts, particularly around the issue of methodology.
Due to its breadth and its incorporation of themes from Marx's earlier writings, the Grundrisse is central to Marx's body of work. Its subject matter includes production, relations of production, distribution, exchange, alienation, value, labor, capitalism, the rise of technology and automation, pre-capitalist forms of social organization, and the preconditions for a communist revolution. Scholars have noted major differences between Marx's earlier writings, such as The German Ideology and The Communist Manifesto, and the late ones, Das Kapital and Grundrisse, suggesting that Marx's views evolved, though the main themes remained the same.
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by Oyster Band
Granite Years
by: Oyster BandNight has drawn the curtain
covered up their eyes
the angels will not hear you
your spirit starts to rise
there's music from the bar
drunken laughter down the hall
is it pain or is it pleasure
you are hearing through the wall?
`Cruising for a bruising'
tattooed above the heart
it'd take the strength of Mary
to bold the boys apart
they flicker in their footsteps
a voltage overload
dazzling the dancers like they're
fixing to explode
you find `em later lying in be road
GRANITE YEARS
HARBOUR LIGHTS CITY NIGHTS AND BITTER TEARS
(AND YOU DON'T CARE WHERE YOU'RE GOING)
SAY THAT I WAS FOOLISH
SAY THAT I WAS BLIND
NEVER SAY THAT I GOT LEFT BEHIND
Love you for a lifetime, but
I haven't time to try
if I loved you for an hour
it wouldn't be a lie
say that I was foolish
say that I was blind
a seller bought a buyer
and the buyer didn't mind
anything you ask I'll pay in kind
The wind is off the sea tonight
it whistles through his soul
the solitary copper
hopes that God is on patrol
a single star is shining
across the evening sky
sending us a message
they are waving us goodbye
they are waving us a long long goodbye