PaDem
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Sun Aug-13-06 11:55 AM
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Don Henley's "The End of the Innocence" |
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Heard this excellent song today on the radio and was struck by the folling lyrics and their relevance today.
O' beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we've been poisoned by thse fairy tales The lawyers clean up all the details Since daddy had to lie
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Sun Aug-13-06 12:10 PM
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1. The video says it all ... Oliver North testifying n/t |
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Sun Aug-13-06 12:11 PM
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2. The song is timeless... |
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... seeing as how the song was written when Reagan was still in the WH...
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Sun Aug-13-06 12:14 PM
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3. This song IS timeless! |
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Sad - "The more things change, the more they stay the same."
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Sun Aug-13-06 12:15 PM
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4. It is a great song. You need to check out Ian Hunter's Apathy 83 |
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on All American Alien Boy:
No more gardens for the gardenless - no more - havens for the havenless No more helpers for the helplessness - no more - somethings for a less For the law is now the lawless 'N the flaw is now the flawless 'N the crime is now accepted 'N the criminal respected 'N now evil gets elected 'N now sinful get selected Heed a president proven rotten Now officially forgotten Was it you General Sheridan that said that 'The only good, good man is a dead good man' It was not me babe I just said keep your head and your bread well down under them floorboards
'N you - you look like your gone with the wind Running naked throught the night Wired out - tired out - transcendental mental - only laughing in your sleep Nostalgia's starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch Oh there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the rich
'N it's apathy for the devil 'N it's apathy for the devil 'N it's apathy for the devil Apathy's at a fever pitch
(The president mentioned in the song was Nixon. Leave it to the repubs to top even him. It fits blivet perfectly.)
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Sun Aug-13-06 12:20 PM
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5. It has relevance to me in more ways than one. |
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Not only is the song about the Reagan Administration, it also tells the tale of a child whose parents are getting divorced. That's happening to me as well.
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Sun Aug-13-06 12:42 PM
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6. As far as I'm aware the song was about |
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the way in which Reagan's presidency affected farmers, I suppose as with a lot of songs you can read almost anything you like into the words. Henley's songs are often about the environment and what's happening to it.
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Sun Aug-13-06 01:23 PM
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7. This Henley ditty is better |
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and comes right to the point
While you were sleeping They came and took it all away The lanes and the meadows The places where you used to play It was an inside job By the well-connected Your little protest Summarily rejected
It was an inside job Like it always is Chalk it up to business as usual While we are dreaming This little island disappears While you are looking the other way They'll take your right to own your own ideas And it's an inside job Favors collected Your trusted servants Have left you unprotected
It was an inside job Like it always is Just chalk it up To business as usual You think that you're so smart But you don't have a fucking clue What those men up in the towers Are doing to me and you And they'll keep doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it Until we all wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
I know what I've done wrong I am acquainted with the night I know how hard it is To always walk out in the light
And it's an inside job To learn about forgiving It's an inside job To hang on to the joy of living They know the road by which you came They know your mother's maiden name And what you had for breakfast And what you've hidden in the mattress Insect politics Indifferent universe Bang your head against the wall But apathy is worse
It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job Yeh, yeah It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job It's an inside job
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