Post 63

“Most (of us) hate a herd of a man who thinks differently; we hate not so much his own opinion, but the boldness of this man to think alone, to be different from others, exactly what the herd does not know how to do… ′′

Arthur Schopenhauer.

That used to be true.

It ceases to be true when we look within at what protects our pain mechanisms. The pain mechanism is unknown to most humans. They do not even know it is there.

I wrote this song in Paris some years back.

It’s getting produced now.

Diving into the endless blue

> I catch the last rays of sun before the moon

> Love she corners me

> Flaming haired and penniless broke

> Dreams divided me until I woke

> Interlude – spanish guitar, indian vocals (ragas)

> Now I am looking to the sky

> Where the iron birds fly

> Life is cradled in my mind

> Precious like a child’s find

> The Rivers run on

> Like Blood through our veins

> But the judge is round the bend

> This world seems at an end

> Madmen storm the night

> They froth at the mouth

> All bicker and bite

> Chorus

> Time to break the chains we have grown

> Take me by the hand

> Oh take me ho-o-ohm…

> I sat myself on a quai yesterday

> As I Watched the ships sail away

> Some politician passed a law

> We were headin’ out to war

> I see lipstick on the lips of a fool

> I think of nation states

> All those tired inflation rates

> How the temperature is risin’

> There’s no lines dividin’

> The truth is plain to me.

> Chorus

> Time to break the chains we have grown

> Take me by the hand

> Oh take me ho-o-ohm…

1 thought on “Post 63”

  1. The comments in the above Facebook Post were –
    Brian Mulenga commented :
    I would be so happy to do that stunt.
    Matthew Davies commented :
    Good Barr’s

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