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Still Genesis 4: 1- 25

Cain Destabled

“Nod” — a tuneless song (thanks, JC)

Well, you wonder why I’m marked and walk this way,
Why I never work a job more than a day,
And why my laughter sounds like someone else’s moan
Well, there’s a history to the scars that I have borne.

I wear my marks for the poor and beaten down,
Living in the hopeless, hungry victims’ side of town,
I have them for the prisoner who misunderstood her crime,
But stays because she’s a consort of her times.

I wear the mark for those who never read,
Or listened to the words the Maker said,
But I heard the words he spoke with love and charity,
Back then, you know, He was talking straight to me!

And I’m doing what I can in tattered clothes,
As I walk on rocks and feel them in my toes
Though I’m haunted by the wicked sound of skull bone being cracked
Every time a person shouts at me “Get back!”

I wonder if my questions will get old,
Unworthy me or a universe so cold?
I wander Nod just fixed on what there might have been
If a judgment never came to Mom or two young men.

So, I wander for the women who have died,
Believing that the Lord was on their side,
I wander for another hundred thousand castes who cry,
Never told or knowing why they’re cast aside.

But words won’t make things right, that much I know,
Like Mother’s ambushed innocence or Abel brought so low,
And not until I justify what is wrong and what is right
Will I ever see my shadow as my light.

Oh, I’d love to sing a rainbow every day,
And know that there’s a fairness to the game that’s being played,
‘Til then I’ll wander solo, scarred image on the sand,
‘Til God’s a little fairer, I’m the bitter, angry man.

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Good morning heartache/ Where did you sleep last night?/ Hello, walls/ It’s a beautiful day/ But I’m only happy when it rains/ They say/ All you need is/ A whole lotta love/ Sugar three times a day/ That spoonful,/ Not necessarily stoned/ Beneath the Milky Way/ But something in the air at night/ I am just a poor boy/ And I don’t know why I love you like I do

Call and response from Kubrick’s 2001 A Space Odyssey through Bowie’s Space Oddity into space and NASA and Chris Hadfield. How old tech this highest of technologies appears against the virtual realities of CG animation.

quake

“The world is
A sad place
A bad place
A terrible place to live
Oh but I don’t wanna die …”

lyrics by Marmelade 1969