Down the Foggy Ruins of Time

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Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you.

Republicans have a Tambourine Man.  His name is Limbaugh.  He’s a psychopath, but that doesn’t bother Republicans, they admire psychopaths.   Democrats have a Tambourine Man.  His name is Obama.   He panders to psychopaths every chance he gets, but that doesn’t bother Democrats, pandering to psychopaths is what they do.  They call it Centrism.

I remember Election Night 2008, I remember the hope so many progressives had that evening, but that evening’s empire of hope has turned into sand, vanished from our hands, left us blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.  Who can sleep?  Who can sleep when war crimes won’t be prosecuted, when Gitmo won’t be closed, when there’ll be no withdrawal from Iraq, when the war in Afghanistan will go on and on and on, when we’re all on a one way trip on Wall Street’s magic swirling ship, when our senses have all been stripped, when our hands can’t feel to grip, when our feet are too numb to step, when there’s nothing left to do but watch the boot heels of Karma grind what’s left of this country into dust.    

My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet.  I have no one to meet, and this ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming . . .

Independence Hall Pictures, Images and Photos

Independence Hall is just a relic from America’s forgotten past.  Democracy is gone, it’s vanished into the foggy ruins of time.

It didn’t have to be this way.  America had a Tambourine Man once, one worth listening to, one worth following . . .

FDR, Greatest President

He played a song for us, he played a song for the whole world.  But no one sings that song anymore, no one can remember the words. They can’t remember much of anything, they can’t remember what’s real and what’s not, they can’t even remember what happened yesterday, it’s already vanished into the foggy ruins of time.  

They turn on their TV’s every jingle jangle morning, and what do they see?  200 channels of unreality, that’s what they see.  They hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme, they see laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, but it’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escaping on the run.  

There’s a Tambourine Man on every channel . . .

Tv Channels and More Pictures, Images and Photos  

They’re just ragged clowns, no one should pay them any mind, it’s just a shadow they’re seeing that they’re chasing.  But tens of millions of Americans watch them anyway, they’re ready to go anywhere, they’re ready for to fade, into their own parade, they’re under the dancing spell of every Tambourine Man with unreality to sell and a channel to sell it on.  All memory and fate have been driven deep beneath the waves, they’ve gone disappearing, through the smoke rings of what’s left of America’s mind.  

Evening’s empire of hope has turned into sand, it’s vanished from my hand, left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping.  So play a song for me, Docudharma, play a song for everyone, play the good ones, play the best ones so they don’t vanish too.  Play them, keep playing them, because there’s a diamond sky somewhere, a real one.  

Play those songs, keep playing them, and maybe someday we’ll dance beneath that diamond sky, with one hand waving free, maybe someday all the songs will be good ones, maybe someday everyone will sing along and these dark days will be forgotten, maybe someday, deceit and injustice and war will vanish into the foggy ruins of time, they’ll be what’s forgotten, they’ll be gone for good and no one will even know what they were.

(Cross-posted at Wild Wild Left)

       

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  1. A real one.

    Maybe we’ll see it someday, maybe we’ll dance under it someday, with one hand waving free, if we play the good songs, if we play the best songs and keep playing them until enough people listen.

    • Edger on May 14, 2010 at 12:48 am

    Things got fairly reasonable for about ten years starting then…

  2. Rusty you are so right!

    The Tambourine Man of media, of finance, of politics, of never-ending war, just beats on & on with a hypnotic soul destroying beat that puts to sleep the obese, the stupid, the worshipers of lies & fear, the unknowing fools sleeping in the arms of Morpheus, as a once proud country now crumbles from the insanity of pursuing empire, where greed & profit have become the “only” North Star.

    What kind of noise will it take to wake up the snoring torpor, the lethargy of the non-dreaming American citizens, oblivious to CORPORATE EMPIRE’s evil & deadly nightmare that is devouring the future for us all?

    Hey! Mr Tambourine Man your sleep-inducing, trance-inducing horror will bring us only to a suicidal, insane, upside down world.

    Hey! EVERYBODY set your alarm clock for LOUD!

    It is time to WAKE UP!      

  3. A Very Good Song

    • Edger on May 14, 2010 at 1:09 am

    Heading out this morning into the sun

    Riding on the diamond waves, little darlin’ one

    • TMC on May 14, 2010 at 1:14 am

    I’d better visit Independence Hall before it gets torn down for real.

    • Edger on May 14, 2010 at 1:35 am

    that’s the way it’s supposed to be…

  4. Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

    With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves

    Let me forget about today until tomorrow…

    perfection, Rusty…

  5. Maybe, we should all meet up at Indpendence Hall,

    Enshrine it and mourn its death with apall,

    That we let it go once and for all!

    Rusty, I don’t feel like singing!

  6. Fantastic essay.

    As a lifelong DFH, I`m very pleased that a new generation of them is seemingly on the rise.

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