WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Their Brains Were Small and They Died
byVanderleunonOctober 1, 2018
THEIR BRAINS WERE SMALL AND THEY DIED
By Mark Graham
When I sit in contemplation
Of our human situation
I often get a certain sense of pride
Our achievements are many and mighty
The evidence cannot be denied
But my reverie is shaken and my thoughts are always taken
By that tragedy that happened long ago
When they moved through the land
Beings awesome and grand, the fabulous dinosaur
They were creatures in a manner quite reptilian
In their unique and stylish way
And their numbers could be reckoned in the millions
But there are zero of these heroes in the world today
They had music, art and fashion, there was dinosauric passion
And I think they’d be enraged and mortified
When they’re mentioned today it is only to say
Their brains were small and they died
Perhaps some asteroid that Mother Earth could not avoid
Became the agent of their premature demise
I’ve heard these things can happen but who are we to criticize
When we spend most any price to make the ultimate device
That insures a perfect global suicide
I would venture instead that the humanoid head
Is where the tinier brain resides
And when we’re gone our works will start to crumble
Till nothing can be found
In ten million years some other guy
Will stumble on our fossils
And some expert will begin to expound
In some scientific study to his cockroach science buddy
How the evidence can never be denied
They were big, dumb and slow
They couldn’t go with the flow
Their brains were small and they died
I learned this song off Mark Graham’s album, Unnatural Selections, which one of my friends owned. Fun song. I’ll have to look around – I’ve been meaning to learn his song, The Neighbor of the Beast, too.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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New Woodpile!
http://www.woodpilereport.com/
Cute. But bird-brained.
Speaking of small brains, it seems to be a literal threat now – this is Drudge this morning (Oct. 2):
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“But there are zero of these heroes in the world today”
They’re called birds and I’m pretty sure they outnumber us.
I learned this song off Mark Graham’s album, Unnatural Selections, which one of my friends owned. Fun song. I’ll have to look around – I’ve been meaning to learn his song, The Neighbor of the Beast, too.