The culture wars are used to destroy us so we won’t take offense and notice what they are gaslighting us about today.
Music could once be used as an instrument of self awareness and coming to terms with being a citizen of a tarnished and failing nation state - no longer.
Now they have made all nation states the enemy - and America is at the top of the list!
This song could have been written about any other nation state - but it wasn’t:
And because the weekend of the fourth is simply not complete without a music playlist - a themed playlist for your listening pleasure.
Maybe some enterprising songwriter could resurrect the following with 50 ways to leave your totalitarians.
Or Slip Slidin’ away as our civilizations slip slide away from any hope of resurrecting them.
And as The Deluge is upon us - the reckoning we always knew would arrive:
For today’s road warriors however it is tempting to just want to sit back and watch it fall:
The Idiot Winds full force:
The Chamber of Commerce, City Father’s types are really having a ball out there on Highway 61 these days:
And it will continue to be “interesting” as all the liberal transplants try to make it in the South:
Drums of War beating louder every day:
And as far as the graphics at least even today’s road warriors totally get the gaslighting:
Country Boys still betting on survival in these hinterlands:
My hopes for all of us as we work to survive this 2024 Fourth Of July Picnic weather:
But That’s All Right Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
A Most Happy Fourth Of July Weekend - all
Take Heed Star Seeds and Light Bearers - we know the real force:
See the work of the master’s hand.
Lyrics
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and the morals of despairDon't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sandOh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decayI gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sandI have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten faceI hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
" Music could once be used as an instrument of self awareness and coming to terms with being a citizen of a tarnished and failing nation state - no longer..." Agree and we have to keep the sound and music alive. Because, it embodies relationships, experiences, communities and commonly shared cultures. This sets music apart from the other arts, which rely upon the outside world, external perspectives. Keep The Faith!
Thanks so much - appreciate the restack!