Hope

Friday Night Clam Bake – #23: A Respite from the Madness

So many things I want to rant about, with the idiocy and hypocrisy of Donald Trump and the Republican Party trying to destroy the American Constitution today. (My apologies to the international visitors who may not be quite as invested in our national politics, but suffice it to say that it was a dark day, indeed.)

But, for now, I just need to step away from it all. And when I do that, I often turn to music, especially those songs which continue to speak to me over the years. The following are the lyrics from the 10,000 Maniac’s song “Verdi Cries”. There is nothing ultimately profound here, other than the evocation of a moment in time when both the grandeur and simplicity of life coexist in harmony. We’ve gotten away from that, somehow, and I yearn to return. Enjoy.

 

The man in 119 takes his tea all alone

Mornings we all rise

To wireless Verdi cries

I’m hearing opera through the door

 

The souls of men and women, impassioned all

Their voices climb and fall

Battle trumpets call

I fill the bath and climb inside

Singing

 

He will not touch their pastry

But every day they bring him more

Gold from the breakfast tray

I steal them all away

And then go eat them on the shore

Singing

 

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand

Sing of a lover’s fate

Sealed by jealous hate

And wash my hand in the sea

With just three days more

I’d have just about learned the entire score

To Aida

 

Holidays must end as you know

All is memory

Taken home with me

The opera, the stolen tea

The sand drawing, the verging sea

All years ago

 

 

 

Lyrics by Natalie Merchant.

 

Hope by Brian.

 

Peace.

 

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    • I agree completely. Impeachment is not going to solve the issue. It’s going to take some serious cult deprogramming and humane bridges across the cultural divide. That is not going to happen overnight…

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  1. Give the big blonde boy a gold star for perverse persistence, A lyric, slightly changed, to be sung in a chorus of despair.
    And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
    And I take a deep breath and I look on high
    And I scream at the top of my lung
    What’s going on?
    4 Non Blondes

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  2. The only hope I can grasp right now are his words “I don’t need to do this” – it is my fervent hope that those words will prove to be the death of his “emergency”. At my age, it is unwise to wish time passes quickly, but the next couple of years – yeah. Gone, would be good. Just hoping the Dems don’t also shoot themselves in the foot.

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    • Sadly, his inane words should have resulted in his exile so many times before, yet they didn’t. And with the current, illegal deconstruction of the Supreme Court by the Republicans, led by Turtle McConnell? All bets for jurisprudence are off.

      And yes, the salt in the wound is the inability, so far, of the Dems to get their act together and pursue a well-defined course of action…

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  3. Another classic (in the tradition of that one other guy up there who spoke of 4 Non-Blondes):

    R.E.M.

    It’s the End of the World (as we know it)

    Chorus:

    It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
    It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
    It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel horrified (real lyric is fine, I don’t feel ‘fine’ at all unless it’s fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional) (time I had some time alone)
    It’s the end of the world as we know it
    It’s the end of the world as we know it
    It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel horrified (time I had some time alone)

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    • I love this song. One day I will learn all of the roughly 10,000 words in the lyrics (swear!). And R.E.M. is one of my favorite bands. I’ve been a fan since way back to my college days, when I was a bright-eyed believer who still believed that decency would triumph in the end.

      It still can. But the road has so many potholes…

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    • That’s exactly it: Trump is everyone’s problem. Every erratic, illogical, uninformed thing that he does sends out a mushroom cloud across the planet. This may sound unpatriotic, but this country does not deserve the influence it wields, not with the madman in the Oval Office. Perhaps it’s time for other countries to take up the Torch of Progress…

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    • The lyrics really are wonderful. And the musical arrangement of the song makes them even better. I tried to include a video, but everything I found on the web was really poor quality, audio-wise. If you ever get a chance hear a decent recording, please do so. The original from the album “In My Tribe” is a lovely, swooning song…

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