In anticipation of the possibility of playing guitar in front of a large group of Chocolate Mousse Fans in October, I have begun practicing with a bit of a serious attitude.
I am enjoying scrolling through the iPod and picking out songs that I used to play in years gone by.
Tonight, I shuffled to this tune…Human Wheels.
I am pretty much always at odds with John’s politics, but enjoy most of his music. He makes me want to shout, “Shut up about the politics and play yer guitar”
In reading these lyrics, maybe he isn’t as looney as I thought?
Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green
This land today, shall draw it’s last breath
And take into it’s ancient depths
This frail reminder of it’s giant, dreaming self.
While I, with human-hindered eyes
Unequal to the sweeping curve of life,
Stand on this single print of time.
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace.
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face.
That time, today, no triumph gains
At this short success of age.
This pale reflection of it’s brave and
Blundering deed.
For I, descend from this vault,
Now dreams beyond my earthly fault
Knowledge, sure, from the seed.
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace.
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face.
This land, today, my tears shall taste
And take into it’s dark embrace.
This love, who in my beating heart endures,
Assured, by every sun that burns,
The dust to which this flesh shall return.
It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God.
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace.
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face.
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace.
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face.
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