Of All Possible Worlds We’ve Only Got One

Some geezer music to start off the year.

Comments:

  1. Well, that surely makes me feel like the original geezer though I'm only 64 (will you still need me ... will you still feed me ...). Great song, great words!

  2. Thanks for that.

    It's good to know that there are still a few of us Deadheads around. I was dismayed the other day that Ann Coulter is a fan. I'm not sure why, but I found that more depressing than being reminded of my status as a geezer.

    http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=132x2730595

  3. Funny, this was waaaay after my time with them (1968, San Francisco, a mite late for the best of it).

    Here are the lyrics if anyone is around:

    We don't own this place, though we act as if we did,
    It's a loan from the children of our children's kids.
    The actual owners haven't even been born yet.

    Bur we never tend the garden and rarely we pay the rent,
    Most of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
    Put it all on plastic and I wonder where we'll be when the bills hit.

    We can run,
    But we can't hide from it.
    Of all possible worlds,
    We only got one:
    We gotta ride on it.
    Whatever we've done,
    We'll never get far from what we leave behind,
    Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can't hide.
    Oh no, we can't hide.

    I'm dumpin' my trash in your back yard
    Makin' certain you don't notice really isn't so hard
    You're so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them.

    Well, it's oil for the rich and babies for the poor,
    We got everyone believin' that more is more,
    If a reckoning comes, maybe we will know what to do then.

    All these complications seem to leave no choice,
    I heard the tongues of billion speak with just one voice,
    Saying, "Just leave all the rest to me,
    I need it worse than you, you see."
    And then I heard....
    The sound of one child crying.

    Today I went walking in the amber wind,
    There's a hole in the sky where the light pours in
    I remembered the days when I wasn't afraid of the sunshine.

    But now it beats down on the asphalt land
    Like a hammering blow from God's left hand
    What little still grows cringes in the shade till the night time.


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