Oh for the love of God. Our elites babble incessantly about “diversity”. But this is the real damn thing. “All Along the Watchtower” has been one of my personal anthems for 50 years. I have never heard it played so marvelously, so miraculously, so completely.
JackFebruary 28, 2022, 5:02 PM
They did a great job but I seriously doubt that that performance by very competent musicians has a thing to do with the day-to-day variant of what we actually have with “diversity”.
Once again, the mavens of so-called “diversity” exclude the stylings of Wahhabi guitar legend Djinni bin Hendriks and his Sufidelic classic “Allah’s On The Watchtower.”
There must be some kind of blade over here
Said the Mullah to the Thief
There’s too many contusions
I can’t make this chop neat
Taliban, they stone my wife
Bombers scorch my earth
No one in this land of strife
Know what a poppy is worth
No reason to go Wahhabist
The Thief, he slyly spoke
There are infidels among us
Who think that Shari’ah is a joke
But you and I we’ve been thru that
And that is not our faith
So let us stop chopping falsely now
My stump is starting to ache
Well, ALLAH’s on the watchtower
Snipers kept their view
As unveiled woman came and wept
As we stoned them too
Outside in the Kush distance
A Blackhawk did prowl
Two Warthogs were approaching
And the wind began to howl
Rob De WittFebruary 28, 2022, 6:58 PM
Lacking only Oko Yono….
KCKFebruary 28, 2022, 9:57 PM
This Dylan song takes me to Biblical times; to the exile and Assyrian and Babylonian times. All along the watchtower, princes kept the view. Stone parapets and the walled city.
The joker and the thief. You can be either one, or both. It’s universal-it means what you’re thinking it means. All I’ve got is a red guitar; three chords and the truth. The rest is up to you.
It’s: apocalyptic. I mean that sincerely. There are end times, and then there are end times. Choose.
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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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Oh for the love of God. Our elites babble incessantly about “diversity”. But this is the real damn thing. “All Along the Watchtower” has been one of my personal anthems for 50 years. I have never heard it played so marvelously, so miraculously, so completely.
They did a great job but I seriously doubt that that performance by very competent musicians has a thing to do with the day-to-day variant of what we actually have with “diversity”.
Here’s another in that series I believe… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avx2OkDZN6o
Once again, the mavens of so-called “diversity” exclude the stylings of Wahhabi guitar legend Djinni bin Hendriks and his Sufidelic classic “Allah’s On The Watchtower.”
There must be some kind of blade over here
Said the Mullah to the Thief
There’s too many contusions
I can’t make this chop neat
Taliban, they stone my wife
Bombers scorch my earth
No one in this land of strife
Know what a poppy is worth
No reason to go Wahhabist
The Thief, he slyly spoke
There are infidels among us
Who think that Shari’ah is a joke
But you and I we’ve been thru that
And that is not our faith
So let us stop chopping falsely now
My stump is starting to ache
Well, ALLAH’s on the watchtower
Snipers kept their view
As unveiled woman came and wept
As we stoned them too
Outside in the Kush distance
A Blackhawk did prowl
Two Warthogs were approaching
And the wind began to howl
Lacking only Oko Yono….
This Dylan song takes me to Biblical times; to the exile and Assyrian and Babylonian times. All along the watchtower, princes kept the view. Stone parapets and the walled city.
The joker and the thief. You can be either one, or both. It’s universal-it means what you’re thinking it means. All I’ve got is a red guitar; three chords and the truth. The rest is up to you.
It’s: apocalyptic. I mean that sincerely. There are end times, and then there are end times. Choose.
WOW! Me like.
Me like even more better today.