Thursday, September 30, 2010

THURSDAY THANKIN'S — Lie to ME; Tell the Children Whats NOT True

Richard


I heard a powerful song. Yeah a real song like artists used to make with lyrics beyond one sentence, with meaning beyond sex and excesses and no electronic prostitution by the music machine. I really hadnt heard of Richard Thompson; but today I am a fan. No, I dont share this to trash current music or even to bring down your day. The sixties and seventies were probably the last decades of real lyrics and songs that really are meant to impact your mind as well as your life.


Dont get me wrong. I dont hate technology. I do hate what we sometimes do with it instead of communing with our fellow humans or being considerate of their existence. I would never have discovered some fine music without my ipod or itunes. [Side note: full props to the APPLE lords for great inventions]. Today I am listening to a great podcast while working on newspapers, books and logo creations. iTunes Weekly Rewind plays great music and gives some real inside information on artists, songs and the reasons/histories behind them. Santana would be one of my top 5 guitarists; but this podcast is loaded with many fantastic treats.


Meanwhile this song was written by Thompson after his child was born; so with that in mind, these lyrics really cut to the chase. You might even recall wondering some of these same thoughts when the subject of Santa and the Tooth Fairy come up in your lifetime. We would be so looked down on if we ever really told the next generation the truth instead of selling them on entitlement and dreaming...not that those arent necessary. Balance grasshoppa, balance.


The End of the Rainbow
I feel for you, you little horror
Safe at your motherís breast
No lucky break for you around the corner
ĎCos your father is a bully
And he thinks that youíre a pest
And your sister, sheís no better than a whore

Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but Iíll be a friend, Iíll tell you whatís in store
Thereís nothing at the end of the rainbow
Thereís nothing to grow up for anymore

Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you
And throw you on the side
And all because they love themselves sincerely
And the man holds a bread-knife
Up to your throat, is four feet wide
And heís anxious just to show you what itís for

Your mother works so hard to make you happy
But take a look outside the nursery door
Thereís nothing at the end of the rainbow
Thereís nothing to grow up for anymore

All the sad and empty faces
That pass you on the street
All running in their sleep, all in a dream
Every loving handshake
Is just another man to beat
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core

Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but Iíll be a friend, Iíll tell you whatís in store
Thereís nothing at the end of the rainbow
Thereís nothing to grow up for anymore



Well thats all I got; so do what you want with it.
!!!
M

1 comment:

Andrew Stanfield said...

Yesterday morning I grabbed the most random CD I have (from a long-lost magazine about learning to play the guitar) that has various acoustic samples from different artists on it. I never listened past the second lesson until today…driving to work I heard the part by a man named Richard Thompson and was blown away. Is it a coincidence or the appearance of coincidence? Or is it just weird? Too weird?