Once upon a time two chickens overslept
when their alarm clock didn't ring
and this is what they dreamed about......
be patient, the dream takes a moment to load......

SUBURBIA AND ITS INHABITANTS

This page contains excerpts of Leonard Cohen's lyrics.
Those lyrics are printed in this color.

Suburbia blossomed in the 1950's......the streets,
the rows of houses, a way of life
and a way of being in a community.

HAVE A NICE DAY could look like this

but to talk about it without an actual experience of a nice day,
people came up with a symbol kind of like this

Suburbia was supposed to be happy
but people would often bicker at each other instead of being calm and open.
Where was the realization of the suburban dream?

It's coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin' that goes down in every kitchen.....

well, thank god for microwaves

to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here and the desert far away:

The women at BSF taught me what strong faith can be.

It's coming to America first, the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.

I hope it all comes together soon.

It's here the family's broken and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open in a fundamental way:
It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!

It's coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway....

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet:

Life in suburbia and anywhere else is based on understanding the source of the life energy and maintaining a balance. Early on in suburbia rather than realizing that plants, animals, and other elements of nature are the intricate means of sustaining life, recycling, growing, enjoying the time we are here.........everything has an important role......

suburbanites, back in the 1950's were convinced that anything alive in the backyard (other than the lawn) was a "pest." Bug spray and weed killers were a big commodity. Here are some examples of suburban backyard inhabitants who either died or learned to hide well

suburban sheep usually lived in dreams...........

there actually was a whole array of animals in some backyards.....

Some of them learned to hide in places where no one would suspect.......

 

But what happened to man's original nature in all this? Well first..........it was illegal to whizz outside anymore.....

next, the phone kept ringing off the hook with nobody saying anything that made sense

A nice hobby is to do a little gardening.....and a nice plant might look like this

 

but sometimes the only thing that would live would be one like this.......

As far as interesting activities, some people are inventive and creative.....but for many it's been an unending choice between TV and the pool hall.

Well heck, it's Closing Time

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel of Compassion she's rubbing half the world against her thigh

And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime.....

So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since: it's CLOSING TIME

I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But CLOSING TIME

bummer.

i'd much prefer a happy alternative ending......

here's a photo of
the white man dancing

One wonders if the people question some of the things that are produced by their hard work. The plastic flamingo has always been a symbol of suburbia, but this year there were animated lighted outdoor flamingos that moved their heads and necks forward and back and both contained an array of lights.

 

Another amazing modern creation is Goofy himself: I found him one morning in a cereal box.

 

Finally we learned that there are indeed some people who have come up with a new way to spend time and have fun in Suburbia. It is called Geocaching. We then learned that a known geocache is located on the Riviera in an old stone wall, in a recessed area that probably years ago was an old fountain. Hundreds of frogs have been put into the Frog Shrine, so we headed there hoping to have a new experience in Suburbia. If you would like to see actual pictures taken February 28, 2004 of the

Frog Shrine, click here

What happens next? Look in your mind's eye.................

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All pictures and text © Dawnstar 2003 except © to those wonderful artists who have allowed me to borrow their work. Many thanks to http://www.thegreasygrass.com

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