Monday, December 07, 2009

Copenhagen

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Are you ready for Copenhagen?

I found it quaint that the summit has adopted Bob Dylan's song A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall as its anthem. There was mention of the relevance of the lyrics. I wonder if they meant this phrase,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken (maybe Dylan had visions of the Copenhagen summit) or maybe it was this line I Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' or maybe it's this line Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters - since 1963 pollution still remains a real problem but is now overshadowed by other more trendy issues. WTF has pollution got to do with climate change?

I wonder if anybody asked Bob Dylan what he thinks. He's been known to distance himself from any attempt to politicize his songs for any particular cause.

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Copyright ©1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music



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5 comments:

Lexcen said...

BTW, did anybody notice a hiccup,hiccup,hiccup in blogger today?

FJ said...

I didn't notice it...

Just by their song selection, I can tell that the climate summit attendees take themselves WAY too seriously. They should lighten up a little and make Sammy Davis' "Candyman" their theme song.

Jen said...

The media coverage of 'climate change' has turned into harrassment. I'm so sick of it.

Lexcen said...

Jen, it's going to get much worse.

Jen said...

They're pansies who hate themselves and are afraid to stand up for humanitarian issues.

That's my humble opinion.

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