"Country Roads" (originally by John Denver) Almost heaven, West Virginia Blue ridge mountains Shenandoah river Life is old there Older than the trees Younger than the mountains Growing like a breeze Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads All my memories gathered round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine Teardrops in my eye Country roads, take me home To the place where I belong West Virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads I hear her voice In the morning hour she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away And driving down the road I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads Take me home, yeah, country roads Take me home, country roads Yeaah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Woow!
This song is about 40 years too late... the collective forces of societal idiocy aren't so much concerned with individual mindsets anymore... we're all caught in the press between the cattle-guides. Personalities are something forged at a higher level of societal experience. Seems to me we are mobbing together against an amorphous threat... a great squeezing as everything shrinks in the growth of marketplace expansion. Even music... that is, actual songs are a bit of an anachronism in the new impoverishment.
There's a reason why fast and furious, smash and grab, and flash mobs are what low rebellious culture looks like now. They are resonant with corporate greed and pr... this is how far gone the fight is. The most ardent dissent looks like a beard with breasts. The most counter culture thing one can do is have sex without paying for it--consensually.
