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Then what is the answer?– Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
and their tyrants come, many times before.
When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose
the least ugly faction; these evils are essential.
To keep one’s own integrity, be merciful and uncorrupted
and not wish for evil; and not be duped
By dreams of universal justice or happiness. These dreams will
not be fulfilled.
To know this, and know that however ugly the parts appear
the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand
Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars
and his history… for contemplation or in fact…
Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness,
the greatest beauty is
Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty
of the universe. Love that, not man
Apart from that, or else you will share man’s pitiful confusions,
or drown in despair when his days darken.
— Robinson Jeffers
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
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One of the best songs of the 80s. Incredible vocal performance.
Foreigner still not in the rock ‘n’ roll hall of fame if you can believe it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Alarmingly, RnR Hall of Fame is much like a Nobel Peace Prize. It has lost most of its prestige. Better off having your face printed on a milk carton.
Feels like the first time is still enjoyable all these listens later.
Older brothers had me rocking and rolling to the vinyl LP with the great cover foldouts before kindergarten.
O/T-Any word on the Hoover Dam?
Vital infrastructure that is almost 100 years old is a construct of the white male patriarchy and this covidiot safety uber alles society could never rebuild or build a replacement!
It is important this vital infrastructure.
Lou Gramm, pride of Rochester, NY.
Just beautiful. The musical performance and the video.
39 years ago Penelope showed me what love can be.
Now I’ve known what love is for all of the 38 years we’ve been married.
38 here too.
Go into someone’s crib and note the stick standing in the corner.
Grab it up and light into this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GmN1WffG88
It’s a black beauty! (Frampton)
I always thought that song was one of the most spineless, soy boy pleas to ever come from a man’s mouth. What kind of man goes around singing pussified shit like that?
I wanna know what love is…..
I want you to show me……
I wanna feel what love is….
I know you can show me…..(hey)
Good grief son, grow a pair. You sing like a little bitch.
Got Foreigner laid over and over and over and over again by women neither you nor I could ever hope to bed. I know that because it happened to me. Oh, did I mention they were global rock stars for decades? I think I just did.
Well, I’ll think about conceding then. If getting laid over and over again is the goal then the women were largely comprised of star fuckers…groupies….who, I promise you, didn’t save themselves for the boys of Foreigner. Lots of dicks stirred those honey pots and I will tell you here and now, straight up that I didn’t have a song writing bone in me but I got laid by some stunning beauties so much when I was young I felt guilty about it.
So, I thought about conceding while writing that but I decided that would be foolish. Foreigner’s fame, money, sex, drugs, rock and roll and all that shit aside, that song is still gay, gay, gay. Don’t think so, imagine that singer looking you dead in your eye while he’s crooning.
I don’t know. I always played it when entertaining women for its effect on them. Like all men I was a cad when it came to classic, shall we say, “dick moves.”
Later I thought of it with more religious implications.
Most of my honest friends played the same game for the same reasons and many of those friends were women. Noticeably, the girls LP collections were smaller than those of the men because they knew that most guys didn’t need music to get them into the mood.
I’ve thought about that kind of thing for years, trying I suppose, to determine and understand the drivers behind it. Chemically and hormonally I get it and I know that some souls are far more driven by those elements than others but the reasons for my brazen and certainly conscious and defiant immoral aspect of it took me a while to begin to understand.
But now I do understand and I’ve pleaded guilty before my Savior. And like all who have done likewise I live under a state of Grace.
This was the song and Foreigner was one of the groups that put me off rock for a very long time. But to each his own.
I had thought they were generally laughed about as chick bait. So I listened. Much better than I thought. Jack has a point sort of. But you have to consider what the goal is. lol I remain amused.
Better version – with actual people.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgiIFBgJ-lM
Yes, thank you. So seductive.
Different Foreigner song — Waiting for a Girl Like You — but it leads me to a better story about that song.