Dept. of America

Tuesday, 4 July 2017 03:38 pm
kaffyr: Mid-afternoon view from the spirit world train. (Train view)
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I Am Silent In the Face of Heartbreak

Every year, I try to write something about this country on July 4, because I love it. 

(Oh sure, you do, 
[personal profile] kaffyr  ... how come you're not a citizen?)

But this year, after eight months of surreality - 

(What makes a country great? What makes it great again? How can it become great for the first time?)

I find that I cannot.

(Some must think that makes me a traitor. Some must think I must be spineless. Some must think it makes me a patriot. I think it makes me confused.

I still love it.

(Can't figure out why, except that it's still got a chance to be great, and isn't that almost enough?)

So I turn to music. 

This man's guitar killed fascists. 

This man was prescient in so many ways, but he was wrong about the revolution. Or maybe he'll still be right. It's apparently the counter-revolution that's being televised. 

This American Woman slays - and she frightens racists. 

And this one ... I forgive him for forgetting that there were a lot of folks here when the Mayflower arrived, because ... because, because, because, and partly because of the beauty of their two voices. Every year this one makes me weep more. 

Date: Tuesday, 4 July 2017 10:07 pm (UTC)

Date: Wednesday, 5 July 2017 12:37 am (UTC)
dewline: (not fail)
From: [personal profile] dewline
That's a new one for me...and yet...

Date: Wednesday, 5 July 2017 01:55 am (UTC)
shanghaied: (dino feathers in amber)
From: [personal profile] shanghaied
An old'un for you, my dear:

In my own American dream
Life turns out like it did in the movies I have seen
Mom and Dad said, 'Those kids, they’re so weird'
Boys scored touchdowns and pretty girls cheered
And the hardest part
Was a broken heart on Homecoming Day

Yeah, but someone’s re-shot the scenes
Dulled the shining knights of my virgin teens
I can’t remember the sound of those cheers
All I see now are glycerine tears
And groundless fears
Built on two hundred years of winning play

But in my own American dream
Life’s still like those movies I've seen
Hollywood Modern might change back its style
Even let good guys win, once in a while
I’ve seen it all
In my American dream.

Now the world is watching, and hard
And that pancake make-up can’t hide the side that’s scarred
Playtime’s over, the dark time is near
Though you always told us, 'It can’t happen here'
But it’s happening here, and it’s happening now
And I mean today

But in my own American dream
Life is still as large as love on the silver screen
We get older but films never change
Scenes stay frozen when you freeze the frame
And we’re all a scene
In my American dream my American dream
Of cool kids and jocks
And those golden girls
In their golden magazines
Cue the sunset and fade it to grey
Movie’s over, I’m walking away
Cause I’ve seen the end
Of my American dream.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
My American dream.

Edited Date: Wednesday, 5 July 2017 01:57 am (UTC)

Date: Wednesday, 5 July 2017 11:40 pm (UTC)
shanghaied: (dino feathers in amber)
From: [personal profile] shanghaied
Provenance? C'est moi. I think you'd like the music. Many did, long ago ;-)

Date: Wednesday, 5 July 2017 12:13 pm (UTC)
lost_spook: (cat)
From: [personal profile] lost_spook
*leaves some hugs*


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