...from tenement halls to concert halls...writing on subway walls...til misuse of power falls...
...nearly all of them...others and ours...around our shared globe...spinning out of control...it's time for a change from merely changing "diapers" from RED to BLUE and back again...
…BUT NOT to GREEN...for as some see it, the $tring$ of the puppet$ on both LEFT and RIGHT are pulled by different monied interest$, each with their own agenda$.
Money - Pink Floyd (04:43)
--all the lyrics and video imagery point to the lunacy...of greed...excesses...of those who've made it to the top...and turn their eyes and hearts away from the plight of the "
ragged people in the poorer quarters..."
[NOTE: "For the LOVE of money is the root of all kinds of evil." 1 Timothy 6:10
In and of itself, money is not evil. It's needed for basic living standards. The problem arises when someone turns a deaf ear to the cries of the poor.]
The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel (05:16)
"...a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest..."
Perhaps, PINK might offer a viable alternative...at least in helping expose the truth that the EMPEROR hasn't any clothes...(see below for what the Prophet Bob says about this...)
Pink Floyd...Brain Damage (06:26) 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, "𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙮𝙨?" 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚
𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑶 𝑾𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑨 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬???
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change
We were talking about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away
We were talking about the love we all could share
When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love
With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew
Try to realise it's all within yourself
No one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
And life flows on within you and without you
We were talking about the love that's gone so cold
And the people who gain the world and lose their soul
They don't know, they can't see, are you one of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself then you may find
Peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come when you see we're all one
And life flows on within you and without you
𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔...
Art can help us SEE...lunaSEE...
...But we gotta be willing to look...really look...with more than our rational mind...
"Trouble with you is
The trouble with me
Got two good eyes
But we still don't see"
--Casey Jones - Grateful Dead
...we need a deeper faculty...to SEE what lies beyond the veil
It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) - Bob Dylan (07:30) Lyrics: (𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙨) Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙄𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜
Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you'd just be One more person crying So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Ensure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙨 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙈𝙖, 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destiny Speak jealously of them that are free Do what they do just to be Nothing more than something They invest in. 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙏𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮 "𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝘽𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢". 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮'𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙞𝙣. But I mean no harm nor put fault 𝙊𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. 𝙊𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙨, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙏𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠, 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False goals, I scoff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me? 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩-𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙈𝙖, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮.
Want to leave us with a hopeful message about solutions that can help us find unity amidst diversity...Once there, we'll be led from WITHIN...and not manipulated from WITHOUT...
...if not for us...then for our children...