Static Feed from ON GUARD by CODYL.B.C

You are watching… whatever we decide
Ownership across platforms now exceeds 90 percent

Click the remote, it’s all the same feed
Five media bosses, one corporate creed
Postmedia stackin’ up cross-province lines
Every voice echoes — not yours, not mine

Legacy ink in a hedge fund’s grip
Cut the reporters, boost the script
Front page rage while truth gets trimmed
Scroll past ads, the facts look slim

Toronto Sun sells fear in print
While real news dries like winter tint
Bell cuts journalists, adds new show
A pundit circus with a Fox News glow

Ten billionaires steer every lens
From culture wars to dividends
The spectrum’s rigged, the mic’s been bought
And press freedom? Just a thought

Ooooh—We’re living in a static feed
Where truth is filtered through corporate greed
Every signal comes pre-spun
A thousand channels, but zero sun
They call it news, but it’s just disguise
Selling fear in a thousand ties

Big Telecom owns the tower and script
Papers gutted, truth’s been flipped
Opinion sold as breaking facts
Narratives stitched from the PM’s fax

Cross-ownership kills debate
They don’t report — they orchestrate
From sports desk to Parliament line
Every headline’s by design

CBC caught in a funding choke
While right-wing ink goes full provoke
Starved out slowly while Postmedia grows
Funded by darkness nobody knows

Press freedom’s a slogan on mugs
While tycoons draft stories like thugs
And if you speak out — don’t get it twisted
You’ll vanish like a story that never existed

They say: The truth will set you free
But we only see what they let us see.

Old journalists forced to self-censor
Cuz column inches now serve their venture
Ad buys dictate what gets said
Your clicks are counted — that’s the thread

Investigations buried deep
While pundits rant and ratings leap
The feed is loud, the facts are few
And every frame is skewed for you

We need more truth, not tighter spins
Real talk that cuts through their skins
Mic check one for the writers left
Still speakin’ truth from the data’s depth

The newsroom ain’t dead — it’s bruised and brave
Still fightin’ back from an early grave

Ooooh—We’re living in a static feed
Where truth is filtered through corporate greed
But we won’t bend, we amplify
The buried truths they try deny

One voice, one light, one pen that bleeds
We cut through noise with silent needs

This just in… the truth won’t kneel.

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