Two quick thoughts before we embark on a Magical Mystery Tour into Iran...

Oh yeah - I'm back! (Trumpets triumphantly blaring)

I call these Cause and Effect.

Thought 1:

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

I think the interplay between a man's intra-personal demons (convincing himself of his manliness, unrest, baseless discontent) and the those demons' effects, via the man, on the inter-personal world is worthy of special note in this thought.


Thought 2:

Oh, a storm is threatning
My very life today
If I dont get some shelter
Oh yeah, Im gonna fade away

War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away

Ooh, see the fire is sweepin
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way

War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away

Rape, murder!
Its just a shot away
Its just a shot away

Rape, murder!
Its just a shot away
Its just a shot away

Rape, murder!
Its just a shot away
Its just a shot away

The floods is threatening
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or Im gonna fade away

War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
I tell you love, sister, its just a kiss away
Its just a kiss away
Its just a kiss away
Its just a kiss away
Its just a kiss away
Kiss away, kiss away

On thought 2, I especially like (a) the inclusion of a gesture towards a solution at the end, and also (b) some attention to how this crap relates to particularly to women about two-thirds of the way through.

Boy, what fuck-ups those dirtyfuckinghippies (DFHs from here out) were, huh?

Yah, yah... ok, ok... - so I had a little bit of help with these thoughts - frickin' sue me.

(Deliberately not providing links to the thoughts' sources, since anyone who doesn't already know is an complete, unmitigated jackass. That, and there aren't enough people reading this blog for me to get in trouble anyway.)