Yearning for Nothing

Please click on this link for the online interview.

I would have preferred posting lyrics from Bob Marley, particularly Waiting in Vain (reggae is my Manilow complex these days), but I realize the man is better listened to than read. Interestingly, though, John Lennon is a better read than he is listened to, particularly during his LSD-influenced work with the Beatles and his Primal Therapy-influenced work.

Dig Lennon's stuff in "Working Class Hero":

As soon as you're born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so f**king crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still f**king peasants as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

The angst is so palpable it's practically vicious. I wouldn't care for his vocal work in this piece - he cooked his voice smoking too much pot and getting "enlightened" by Yoko Ono, but man, the lyrics! They're still relevant now as they were thirty-odd years ago.

It's getting to be one of those days, really, when you wish there's something else, but then, there's . . . NOTHING. It's fun to be yearning for nothing. There's nothing much to be added to your life, and the rest of your life, well, time is bound to take them away anyhow.

Is that Zen or are all my noodles cooked? Hmmm...

And oh yes, a resource site finally stumbled onto my blog and asked me for an "interview" to which I gladly complied. Glad to know somebody else reads my blog.

Later... not too much, though. Oh well, maybe.