The Decemberists’ breakthrough hit, the 2011 “Calamity Song”,
is both a meditation on the themes of the novel and an exploration of the wider
American fascination with the apocalyptic. The song’s invocation of Wallace's book
are clear in its references to “The year of the chewable Ambien tab” and the
video, in which a group of teenagers play the fictional game of “Eschaton” – a tennis
based take on nuclear warfare which features prominently in Infinite Jest.

Where apocalyptic thought was welcomed by individuals like Palin, the song openly attempts to display the horrific effects of the desire for the end (We heaved relief/As scores of innocents died). This makes the imagined society of the future even more interesting. Is this real? A take on the novel? Or an attack on the possibility of any society whatsoever post-apocalypse? With only one day left to the Mayan prophecy, we won’t have too long left to find out…
Calamity Song (Meloy,
2011)
Had a dream
You and me and the war at the end times
And I believe
California succumbed to the fault line
We heaved relief
As scores of innocents died
And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
Till all the remains is the arms of the angel
Hetty Green
Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab
If you know what I mean
On the road
It's well-advised to follow your own path
In the year of the chewable Ambien tab
And the Panamanian child
Stands at the Dowager Empress's side
And all the remains is the arms of the angel
And all the remains is the arms of the angels
And you've receded into loam
And they're picking at your bones
Will call cold
We'll come home
Quiet now
Will we gather to conjure the rain down
Will we now
Build a civilization below ground
And I'll be crowned
The community kicked it around
And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all the remains is the arms of the angel
'Til all the remains is the arms of the angels
You and me and the war at the end times
And I believe
California succumbed to the fault line
We heaved relief
As scores of innocents died
And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
Till all the remains is the arms of the angel
Hetty Green
Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab
If you know what I mean
On the road
It's well-advised to follow your own path
In the year of the chewable Ambien tab
And the Panamanian child
Stands at the Dowager Empress's side
And all the remains is the arms of the angel
And all the remains is the arms of the angels
And you've receded into loam
And they're picking at your bones
Will call cold
We'll come home
Quiet now
Will we gather to conjure the rain down
Will we now
Build a civilization below ground
And I'll be crowned
The community kicked it around
And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all the remains is the arms of the angel
'Til all the remains is the arms of the angels
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