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The word ‘overwhelming’ springs to mind as the satellites feed us seemingly never ending images and soundbites from all over the planet’s surface.
Someone sent me my own video clip to ‘Blind to the Beautiful’ and I was reminded that although the song was written in 2012 the relevance hasn’t diminished and it seems even more ‘current’ than back then.
With hurricane ‘Jose’ following up along the destructive path of ‘Irma’, typhoons raging across Asia, devastating flooding in India and wildfires lighting up the skies in America, Europe and everywhere else I think even the most skeptical of us have to admit ‘The times they are a changing’. This isn’t the place nor the time to examine that argument because it sure won’t help those citizens of the world out there that are just trying survive and recover at the moment.
This weekend I’ll be’ soul brother’ linked in to my former guitarist and great buddy John Wesley who lives in Brandon on the west coast of Florida. I called him last night to see how he and the family were coping and what their arrangements were for the oncoming storm. He was pretty chirpy as I’d expect and when I called he had the power tools out boarding up his daughter’s house. It kind of threw things in a diamond edged perspective as did this e mail from him this afternoon.
Blind to the Beautiful
The stars are fading, ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
The bread we have broken, the wine we drank from tarnished cups,
And I stopped believing in miracles a long long time ago,
I lost my faith and I sacrificed my soul,
I worshipped fallen idols, chased false prophets to an end,
To where I just can’t see the beautiful anymore
The ice retreating, mountains exposed in the sun,
The earth is baking, raindrops precede the floods
And hurricanes with children’s names write our history
Signatures tracked by satellites on high,
We should have talked about the weather a bit more seriously,
More than stocks and shares and corporate wares,
We were blinded by the skeptics and their greed
I just can’t see the beautiful anymore; I just can’t see the beautiful anymore
I howled and I cried when the melody died, the song was finally over, There was nothing to say, words stole away, their meaning lost in the ether, What there was left stopped making sense, a broken up alphabet, language dispersed
I just can’t hear the beautiful anymore
The oceans are rising, islands in time disappear,
The canyons burning, forests consumed by the flames,
Wildfires rage across the plains to be starved by barren soil,
Deserted farms where seeds refuse to grow,
I close my eyes to cloudless skies I dream of what we had before,
I just can’t see the beautiful anymore
I just can’t see the beautiful anymore I want to see the beautiful once more copyright DDICK 2013
as a big PS : maybe I completely misunderstand how it all works but I hope the corporates, companies and individuals that use some of the Caribbean islands and benefit hugely from them as tax havens will be contributing way over a fair share to help the islanders recover. It’s only fair but does fairness really still exist?