Saturday, June 21, 2014

Saturday commute cix: Catching up with policy



It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry




It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry







     It's a turn-around jump shot
     It's everybody jump start
     It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
     Medicine is magical and magical is art
     The Boy in the Bubble
     And the baby with the baboon heart







And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky




     These are the days of miracle and wonder
     And don't cry baby, don't cry
     Don't cry






















Paul Simon
Graceland
1986©







2 comments:

  1. From my bubble:

    It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
    Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
    You would cry too if it happened to you

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    1. Renown for the clarity of your bubble precedes you, my friend. I like the example you set here.

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