O' Superman - Laurie Anderson

Haven't heard this song in 20 years. Different reaction today, had never seen the video. Tears. I picked up on it again from a 3 hour compilation re: 9/11 predictive programming in Holy-wood films/ tv shows before the big event, what PNAC (Project for the New American Century's 'Rebuilding America's Defenses where they said what's needed is galvanizing event - "A New Pearl Harbor" to spur MIC fundings, and lo and behold...nevermind the 2.3 Trillion Rumsfeld said was missing the day before...into the memory hole, never to be mentioned again on TV.
FrankGhery put it up: '911 Hidden in Hollywood [FULL]' https://www.bitchute.com/video/R3pKaxBef3cd/
(Re: 9/11 - Companion piece) from the same L.A. album 'Big Science' : 'From The Air' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CL2a8fos5NI

"O Superman," from Laurie Anderson's 1982 debut album, 'Big Science.' The album returned to vinyl for the first time in 30 years in April 2021: https://laurieanderson.lnk.to/BigScience

Director: Josh White
Art Director: Perry Hoberman
Concept: Laurie Anderson
Music Director: Roma Baran
Sign Language Coach: Jane Comfort
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O Superman.
O judge.
O Mom and Dad.
Mom and Dad.
O Superman.
O judge.
O Mom and Dad.
Mom and Dad.
Hi.
I'm not home right now.
But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello?
This is your Mother.
Are you there?
Are you coming home?
Hello?
Is anybody home?
Well, you don't know me, but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready.
Ready to go.
You can come as you are, but pay as you go.
Pay as you go.
And I said: OK.
Who is this really?
And the voice said: This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They're American planes.
Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice. And when justive is gone, there's always force. And when force is gone, there's always Mom.
Hi Mom!
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms.
Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms.
Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.