Food for thought...

[TrailblazingScot]

This thread I plan to host information that doesn't TELL you directly what you should take away from it, but leaves you to interpret whatever way your mind does...if you think of nothing but sex then that is probably what you'll take away from this thread

I start with a few lyrics from "Matching Moles" "Little Red Record"...it is in the "Childrens music section" at Amazon.com book etc retailer) DESPITE having this cover picture

and some pretty thought provoking lyrics and one song that has definite sexual content (an act of amazon.com being a subversive force?)

ENJOY! and contribute...pictures, poems etc, but don't try to force a certain way of thinking upon people that view this material. I start with:

The GOD SONG
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Phil Miller

What on Earth are you doing, God?
Is this...some sort of joke you're playing?
Is it cause we didn't pray?
Well I can't see the point of the word without the action
Are you just hot air, breathing over us and over all?
Is it fun watching us all?
Where's your son? We want him again!

And next time you send your boy down here
Give him a wife and a sexy daughter
Someone we can understand
Who's got some ideas we can use, really relate to
We've all read your rules, tried them
Learnt them in school, then tried them
They're impossible rules, and you've made us look fools
Well done, God, but now please...

Don't hunt me down, for Heaven's sake!
You know that I'm only joking, aren't I?
Pardon me I'm very drunk!
But I know what I'm trying to say, and it's nearly night time
And we're still alone, waiting for something unknown, still waiting
So throw down a stone, or something!
Give us a sign, for Christ's sake!

Other lyrics from the album worth thinking about:


Like so many of you
I've got my doubts about how much to contribute
to the already rich...


A review of the album: http://64.177.137.64/matchingmole/littleredrecord.html

 

[TrailblazingScot]

At the moment I am reading a book called "The English" by Jeremy Paxman -a very highly rated t.v news anchor and intellectual...

I will be posting several quotes from this excellent book, but since I haven't got it to hand I'll just put up the one I had to laugh out loud at...

Basically it was the advise of a retiring member of the clergy in the Norfolk fens region (where people don't give a ****) about how to lead the people of this region...

"...find out where they are going and walk in front..." a great bit of advice!

 

[TrailblazingScot]

THE SOLDIER, by Harvey Andrews

You can get a sample -either that or it is a low quality version of this song at: www.harveyandrews.com
Alternatively download at audiogalaxy.com OR buy it!

I post this because I read in the "Oh my gosh" thread that Simon Darkshade may have IRA sympathies...I read on a republican forums this song (that I've heard since childhood -all of 10 years ago) being posted alongside comments of hatred versus British soldiers in Ireland during the troubles...I think that it is ironic they miss the point that the soldiers went in to protect catholics and then got it in the neck.

Here are the lyrics:

In a station in the city, a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there, if the people would
Some just stared in hatred and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier, wished he was back home again
'Come join the British army' said the posters in his town
'See the world and have your fun, come serve before the Crown'
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll
But there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army, getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced, a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension, some men present a trade

Then came the call to Ireland as the call has come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless Civil War
The priests they stood on both sides, the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus' name, the blind against the blind
The soldier stood between them, between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles, that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burned his hands, the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin
The station filled with people, the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers, with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his guns

A yell of fear, a screech of brakes, a shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran toward the door
Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor
The soldier stood and could not move, his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there, too many running feet
'Take cover' yelled the soldier, 'take cover for your lives'
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned toward the soldier, their eyes alive with fear
'For God's sake, save our children or they'll end their short lives here'

The soldier moved towards the bomb, his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle, God, why was he alone?
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England, to those he loved so well
He saw the sights of summer, felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks, how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow, the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning earth, so soon would it be gone
The muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor, his blood a crimson lake
They never heard him cry or shout, they never heard him moan
And they turned their childrens' faces from the blood and from the bone

The crowds outside soon gathered, and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost to the game
And the crowd they clapped and jeered, and they sang their rebel songs
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong
And will the children growing up, learn at their mothers knee
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as the means towards an end
Who gave his life to those, who called him 'murderer' not 'friend'

Link to song mp3 d/l at harveyandrews.com:
http://www.harveyandrews.com/sounds...arvey Andrews - Writer Of Songs - Soldier.mp3

 

[Simon Darkshade]

"I post this because I read in the "Oh my gosh" thread that Simon Darkshade may have IRA sympathies"

Nice to have people talking behind my back and taking me completely out of all context. I'll say it here, I've said it a thousand times: There is a distinct difference between being sympathetic to Irish republicanism and having IRA sympathies, or supporting them or whatever. If posting the Irsih national anthem followed by a traditional hearty Irish greeting makes one a terrorist, then I plead guilty. Otherwise, use your head.
Here, on the record, I do not support them, nor sympathize with them.
I am for the gains made since the gun has been put down, and for the benefits of compromise and peaceful negotiation. As kitten has pointed out, there are two sides to every story, and we must look at both critically in a search for the truth.
I have previously gone on the record and said that the Troubles and the whole Irish situation is a complicated one, and one that does not lend itself to easy generalizations of any sort. Read into that any evil implications and ulterior motives you may wish, but to me its meaning is quite clear

 

[TrailblazingScot]

Well Simon made it clear...no reason for me not to have put those lyrics up -a good excuse in fact

As for people talking behind your back Simon...if a post on the offtopic forum is the way people go about it then you shouldn't find it hard to keep up with the gossip

Just to keep the on-topic here I'm going to add another quote from Jeremy Paxmen's book "The English" where he quotes the Duke Of Wellington's response to people claiming him as an Irishman...

"Just because a man was in born in a stable does not make him a horse."