(no subject)

[violachic]

When we were kids, we didn't have pop culture. TV was off, no radio. Music outside of classical wasn't really encouraged. It wasn't a weird religious issue, it was really kind of an intellectual, philosophical issue. But as we got older, my mom would start to encourage us in certain directions. I was eight, I think, the year I got Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits for Christmas. At eight, I wasn't really sure what to do with it, but in a couple years I was listening to it dedicatedly. It turned out that my mom had a couple of their albums on vinyl, and for a period of time from about sixth grade through maybe tenth grade, I listened to them almost exclusively. At some point in high school our record player ceased working. I think its because the needle broke, because I remember some big issue about how expensive record needles had become. I had put the albums on tape, but it was a bad taping job, and they wore out very quickly. Recently, I found copies of both albums- Sounds of Silence, and Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme- at Borders on CD for pretty cheap and invested in them. Last night (Friday)I finally unwrapped and listened to them. I haven't heard most of those songs in probably about ten years, but its amazing how they popped right back up from my subconscious. I know a lot of people think its boring or cliched to love S&G, but I really love their music. Its brilliant music, and gorgeous poetry/lyrics. I'm really really really happy I found those CDs.



Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows.
Blessed are the sat upon. Spat upon. Ratted on.
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
I got no place to go,
I've walked around Soho for the last night or so.
Ah, but it doesn't matter, no.

Blessed is the land and the kingdom.
Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to.
Blessed are the meth drinkers, Pot sellers,
Illusion dwellers.
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
My words trickle down, like a wound
That I have no intention to heal.

Blessed are the stained glass,
window pane glass
Blessed is the church service
makes me nervous.
Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers,
Groovy lookers.
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
I have tended my own garden
Much too long.
-S&G