Maggie's Farm

I think I found the perfect protest song for what I have been describing.  In other words, the perfect protest song for what is wrong with humanity.  Maggie's Farm by Bob Dylan.  He describes the insanity perfectly.

I would just change one word.  (you) slave to (you're) saved.

Then, of course, there is What's The Matter Here by 10,000 maniacs, which always brings tears to my eyes.

I just realized that I should probably mention that those tears in my eyes are never for me.  My upbringing was bad, certainly, but it was more like peering through a one-way mirror.  No, it is tears in my eyes for the human race for the last three millennia.  How can we keep coming back to the same awfulness without seeking what is going on?  How can we remain so blinded? and that goes for the whole of the human race.  The joy of youth never lasts and it should.  It should just mellow with age as fulfillment fills in the blanks and accomplishment at Human goals fulfills the soul.

It doesn't even surprise me that, now that I can take some time off from conveying what's wrong with humanity, that I notice so many songs that tell the story in their own way.  Almost exclusively by women. 

Maybe an even better song is "Eyes Of A Child" by Moody Blues that tries to describe what it means to be human.  It's a good start, anyways.  

Well, since this is becoming a review of music as it has impacted me, I guess it's worth mentioning "Days Like This" by Van Morrison.  I could have been my theme song for the last fifteen years to some extent and the last ten to an emphatic extent.  But, to be sure, "Desperado" has always been my theme song.  Hmmm, if I ever feel certain that Humanity has turned the corner, I might have to rethink that.  I don't feel any urgency to find one.

It distresses me to some extent that the best insights I have gotten into the feminine take on existence is from songs.  One that has always been prominent in those thoughts is "Come In From The Cold" by Joni Mitchell.  There are plenty of others (FATM comes to mind) and I know that the feminine take varies wildly from woman to woman.  I think it varies much more than men's take, since men are so distracted by their failure that they don't think things through to any extent.  They seldom can handle more than one topic ever.

As I wrote on a different front:

Tears for Fears - Shout

"They gave you life, so in return you gave them hell"

That is what I am all about correcting.  All we have done, so far, is scream about injustice and lash out in anger.  It's time for something different.  It's time to really think it through.

"Let it all out."

Soulstice -  Wind (Fila Brazilia Mix) wow, right on target.

Then, there's Carly Simon's "That the way I always heard it should be"

"Heavy Love" by Serena Ryder; but that's a totally different subject

This post could get quite long.

Protest songs

I might have to make a post on ASP regarding this.  I'm not sure yet.  It might lead somewhere.

Not too long ago, I was mentioning on a couple of social sites that what was missing, this time around; in contrast to the Flower Power generation, the Vietnam War, and Nixon; is protests songs to inspire people.

In shock, just today, I realized that the protest songs, the ones that get to the point, have been there for a long time.  On that front, London Grammar gets a particular recognition.  

They all, shockingly to me, ignore the superficial surface issues and get closer to what I have been describing for the last fifteen years, especially when it comes from women. It's just missing the critical link.  Whey it all continues, no matter what we have done for the last three millennia repeatedly.  Of course, that makes sense when it is not made apparent.  My frustration comes from the fact that I have made it all apparent.  

    No, while I'd love to think that I somehow inspired some of that, there is no evidence of that.  It began long before I had a clue.  It is, as I was saying on Paradigms and Paradigm-breakers, just a matter of our sentient awareness getting alot more savvy.  And, yet, to my awareness, we remain utterly blinded.

It encourages me no end that it's not just me.  Everyone is beginning to sense the real issue, even if it hasn't fully blossomed into understanding.  That is everywhere to be seen.  And, of course, the animal is reacting.  The ball is beginning to roll, the avalanche has already begun.  It is inevitable.  It has been rolling for at least hundreds of thousands of years.  While encouraging, that doesn't mean (to me, at least) that the stupour will be buried under the snow of our sentience any time soon.  But, then again, for the ultimate optimist, just remember I am a very pragmatic dreamer.  My scepticism scale will remain off the charts until I see something very, very concrete to lean on.  It took me fifteen years to completely convince me that I had identified the root cause of our madness.

Answers

The more I think about it, the more I become convinced that all of the answers regarding Loving Coitus and our predicament are probably available in the lyrics of songs.  The biggest problem is that, for most lyricists, they don't really desire to lay it out clearly and the form of lyrics, like rhoetry, make it difficult.  Women are, at least, making very clear what the problem is, but no sign yet that they understand the ultimate source of men's terrible behaviour.  

    Well, not the greatest insight but I'm running out of interest into delving deeply.  Many of those songs are just daggers in disguise.  My heart has about had it.  I don't expect any relief.  Just a bunch more screaming.  I hope I am wrong.

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Sorry.  Just went off on a music tangent.  It's very nice, for a change.

Mescalito - Rambla; really softens a hard knot in my stomach

Amazing.  I found these after all this time (30 years?).  Even though I have no idea what they are singing about, I've always liked them, except for the titles.

Both are by 姫神 or Himekami or Princess God; they are from Okinawa

森渡り or Crossing the forest

www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkSB4TeYOcc&list=RDYkSB4TeYOcc&start_radio=1

神々の詩 or Poems of the gods; Funny. I stumbled into a translation.  It didn't tell me much.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDC0GdIrUD0&list=PLZLzjX_R9m3X6UImvCpsMCjaG6gqqcRKT

Funny.  I think both songs are about expression using the voice.  Meaning seems almost off-hand.  Maybe that's more common than I suspect.

Just venting

  I just have this ache to vent.   

        I had to laugh as I read some righteous idiot make some profound statement (in less than 288 characters) about confronting uncomfortable truths.  

The human race hasn't done anything but hide from reality and clarity (in other words, the truth) in all of its time on Earth.  We have not confronted the only truth that counts.  No one is, as yet, comfortable with the truth.

        That's it.

The comfort of stupour

 The comfort of stupour

I am not really sure how to start with this.  I guess a good place to start is that there is a difference between stupour and stupid.  For the totally uninitiated, it might be worthwhile to add that no one is stupid but the whole of the human race is stupoured.  I hope you can accept that statement, but I doubt it, if you are still completely uninitiated in what it means to be Human. (as well as why I capitalize Humanity sometimes)

Maybe this ties to the post I wrote on why I was wrong.  That may be the next best step.

No, maybe not.  Maybe it is best to get into clarity and history.  That's it!  That's why I wanted to mention what I was wrong about.  I think I'll skip the backstory, though it is amusing, and only say that because I am seeking clarity is why I was wrong.  

That leads into a little personal history.  I had all but convinced myself that I could never free myself completely from the paradigms of nonsense that were driven into me at an early age.  Now, I know it is possible and, yes, it would be nice to gain full clarity during this lifetime.

That's okay, though.  While I still don't expect it to happen, I can get clear enough.  It's actually for someone else's sake that I really hope I gain full clarity in this life.  Let me try to explain.  

Everything I have written for the last fifteen years, while intended for the public all along, was written with only one in mind.  It was necessary.  It was the only way for me to push through so many paradigms of nonsense.  I needed the focused, the heartfelt desire to end the stupour.  Humanity, as a whole, was too amorphous, too ambiguous, too vague.  Too damned ugly.

I even realize, now, how those worst paradigms of nonsense were drilled so deep into me.  It was a form of shock therapy that is applied to all children in their youth to some extent.  The monkey's antics are rather shocking to a sentient mind.  Some are shocked to a greater extent than others.  My parents were very skillful at it.  Scream and yell, while demonstrating some aberrant behaviour to be assimilated.  

Well, all I can say is it didn't work.  I can't say why it didn't work with any certainty.  It just didn't.  It took me awhile to put the pieces together maybe because I never accepted anything at face value completely.  I certainly never trusted my parents or family members to any extent.  Their demented state was just too obvious.  Even with their shock therapy.

It's more like each instance of shock therapy stuck in my mind but only on the surface, as a curiosity that must be studied.  Almost as if something inside of me was immediately on guard - as early as five years old.

I think I started to seriously penetrate the stupour by realizing that they were both alcoholics, even though society would never have labeled them as such.  From there, it has taken on the order of forty years to penetrate all of their bullshit.

As I realize just how horribly mixed up and messed up they were, I become more Human and my clarity increases.

Anyways, I think it is time to start writing posts in a different manner by addressing the public first.  I have finally gotten far enough to do that.  I think I have explained it well enough for the one to which I addressed everything to date, including this.  Be careful with the dates displayed on the sites.  They mean nothing.

Misogyny and guilt trips

 I made a mistake.  Since I am asking for comments, it belongs on LP, since I disabled comments on ASP.

 This is just a placeholder for now.  I'd love to see someone else take a crack at it.  I'd just like to know if anyone can connect those two dots accurately.