...and in this way they gave you clarity. A cold-blooded clarity.
However much clarity it may add to my store of wisdom, I find more and more it is not worth the price of being gutshot by the sad, sleazy side of human nature one more time.
Once, a while back now, I remember hearing this song for the first time (studio version, a much more powerful performance), concurrent with a few older friends in mild freakout over the latest noise courtesy of Marilyn Manson and wondering what I thought about it all, being someone into music.
I reminded them that theater is theater, that they had their multiple versions of it in the 1960s that they should remember, and that if they really wanted a song from "today" that should scare them, this ditty was a good place to start.
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Would the present seem so warm blooded without them?
Message is lost, and the music is . . . vapid. Lost.
Tell me you are not?
I like the idea of a fiddle, though . . . the rest is weak and lame parody of street theatre and protest.
Who IS this guy?
Once, a while back now, I remember hearing this song for the first time (studio version, a much more powerful performance), concurrent with a few older friends in mild freakout over the latest noise courtesy of Marilyn Manson and wondering what I thought about it all, being someone into music.
I reminded them that theater is theater, that they had their multiple versions of it in the 1960s that they should remember, and that if they really wanted a song from "today" that should scare them, this ditty was a good place to start.
In the correct context, it still is.
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