Cohen 2004

2004 In Continuation.................

The summer of 2004 John Fogerty's new song continues on......

DEJA VU (ALL OVER AGAIN)

Did you try to read the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again
Started with a whisper like it did before
Day by day we count the dead and dying
Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score
Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over againStumblin' 'cross Big Muddy
Where the light gets dim
Day after day another Momma's crying
She's lost her precious child To a war that has no end
Did you stop to read the writing at The Wall
Did that voice inside you say
I've seen this all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again
It's like Deja Vu all over again

John Fogerty
©2004 Cody River Music / ASCAP

Subject: the river

Now I will digress to tell you a story, kind of like a disney story and it took place three decades ago. This is just a fairy tale. It is difficult to say if there was any reality in it, but in this fairy tale there was a woman who was the muse of rock and roll, was like a queen who would some day meet her king and they would finally be joined together in "real life." It would make sense that the woman would be envisioned as strong, maybe manipulative, aware of the "power" of her position. But the universe has a way of presenting the unexpected and expects people to pay attention and not focus their concepts into one linear version. Back then, in this fairy tale, B Dylan seemed to be the "king." He was on the cutting edge of music, fame, the evolution of rock and roll as communication, and by the right of a lifetime born into open pathways of public visibility, he and others held the keys to changing society as teachers as well as artists. Many people pondered their words, and their works of art.

B Dylan met his queen, the queen of the rock and roll subconscious. Maybe he did not recognize her, or maybe he did and he just wanted to throw a monkey wrench in the fairy tale. Who knows. When she appeared she held some keys to evolution of consciousness and emotions, but she was crippled in some of the skills of life that many people take for granted. She needed someone to help her. She knew her weaknesses. She did not see the situation at the time as some test of strength but rather as a way of people learning from each other and growing.

B Dylan's choice in the situation was to publically tear her apart for her weaknesses. She was already weak, weakened from her own lifestyle, unble to handle it, and was devastated. a short time later the queen died from lack of her own foundations. This is just a fairy tale, now just water under the bridge and a tough lesson for the queen in a story that had many versions.

June 3, 2004

Subject: old songs

lyrics to Neil Young's song Broken Arrow

The lights turned on and the curtain fell down,
And when it was over it felt like a dream,
They stood at the stage door and begged for a scream,
The agents had paid for the black limousine
That waited outside in the rain.
Did you see them, did you see them?
Did you see them in the river? They were there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quivered,
Brown skinned Indian on the banks That were crowded and narrow,
Held a broken arrow?

Eighteen years of American dream,
He saw that his brother had sworn on the wall.
He hung up his eyelids and ran down the hall,
His mother had told him a trip was a fall,
And don't mention babies at all.
Did you see him, did you see him?
Did you see him in the river? He was there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quivered, Brown skinned Indian on the banks
That were crowded and narrow, Held a broken arrow?

The streets were lined for the wedding parade,
The Queen wore the white gloves, the county of song,
The black covered caisson her horses had drawn
Protected her King from the sun rays of dawn.
They married for peace and were gone.
Did you see them, did you see them?
Did you see them in the river? They were there to wave to you.
Could you tell that the empty quivered,
Brown skinned Indian on the banks That were crowded and narrow,
Held a broken arrow?

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