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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
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Hear, here ...session #4

I've been sharing with you in my past post how the Boomer generation was largely shaped by the lyrics of their music. Well, I can dump the whole load on you with the group that raised the bar all the way up with the "genius" behind their songs. The group was Procol Harum. Somehow they were able to express so much thought towards a particular subject in a way no other group I know could. For example when it came to the subject of world peace, there was Playmate of the Mouth that said:
Skeptic at the feast in ashes
Henchman at the pour on's ball
Wrote her fate in neon caption
Slender sender made me crawl


Then there was their advice for free speech with Broken Barricades:
It was all once bright jewels
Glittering sand
The oceans of rubbish strangled the land.
Waste fills the temples
Their daughters are born
Their presses are empty the editors torn.


It was Keith Reid, their writer that fully expressed the prime mover behind their music when he said,
"Life is like a beanstalk....isn't it?"

So, you see, we are what we hear. Let your music guide you. Hopefully it will take you places the Boomers never went.



Phynerk


 
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