Little Bit of Love

Music is the one tool able to pull down barriers between apposing points of view. I’m not talking musical genres; Rap vs. country or top 40 hits. my ponder rests on something much harder to define.

Music is an integral part of our lives. Aside from Dr. Hook playing at the race track when I was 14, the first real concert I saw was Queen, Night at the Opera tour in 1976. I can still picture Freddy Mercury in all his glory. My early 20s are bookmarked by shows at the Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver. The Commodore hailed from the 1930s, held 1000 people or so, and had a springy dance floor reportedly lined with horse hair. I danced to The Clash, Elvis Costello, Talking Heads, John Cale, , the Ramones, Billy Idol.  Jonathan Richmon at The Fillmore in San Fransisco on my way getting married in Las Vegas. All stamped on my brain as if it were yesterday.

As memorable as my musical diary might be, it still isn’t the point of my musical ponder.

Music is primal.It can shred our hearts, move us to tears, or elevate us to the stars. It strikes when you least expect it. Finding the unexpected as a crowd gathers around a busker, or getting goosebumps when hearing Allison Krause for the first time. Music is that moment when an old man taps his foot, or you realize a silly grin is plastered on your face.

Music isn’t about the best musician or singer, it’s about how it makes you feel. That magical moment when out of the blue you laugh, cry, or dance your ass off.

At the moment I’m listening to this silly little song, and it makes me smile.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbX_W8FX2E&list=PL95678043CB51D947

10 thoughts on “Little Bit of Love

  1. Great song. I love the discovery of new music… the accident. This i stumbled upon last night and haven’t been able to stop listen to since. Words below (but its impossible to keep up.)

    I hear the whisper over the television
    Listening to men with ideas but no vision,
    Telling you to stop, sit back and listen,
    If you don’t you won’t know what you are missing

    Is there anything the small can do about war?
    No towers of wealth but a marching freedom call,
    When you see these empires fall,
    Let it hurt like a kick in the balls

    Masked men marching, the question is when?
    A billion brothers multiplied by ten,
    Sucking vampires of your mente,
    What about the ones so poor that they beg for the end to come
    But there’s no where to go to be sent,
    Walking for miles but the same road bends,
    Into a city owned by the same men,
    Who own the streets, media, lives and rent

    What you gonna do when your arms unfold
    Busy standing listening and doing what you’re told
    Mind awake and your heart lying cold
    What you gonna do when alone

    Send them kids to war
    To get a bullet in the head
    And tell them what they’re living for
    Just send them kids to war
    And tell they parents that they died for a worthy cause

    What are you fighting for?
    Think you’re fightin for a reason not a kick in the balls
    Send them kids to war
    Go send them kids to war…

    So why you wanna turn a blind eye,
    When you hear it and see dumb politicians lie,
    But you turn the other way and ignore lives,
    Taken by the ones you pay your taxes to abide,
    Send your sons and daughters away to die,
    Paid for by yourselves and wave goodbye,
    They control every aspect of your lives,
    So get your ass on the floor and don’t ask why

    Play by the rules that never make sense,
    You pay your road tax, VAT and play again,
    Big brother has trapped you but you wanna ask when
    Are we gonna wake up see and find zen?
    But you never really put the effort in,
    Ignorance is bliss so you let these kids fend
    For themselves till they’ve got no friends,
    Who give a shit that they life is coming to an end

    And for what? What are you dying for?
    Government sending you to fight their wars,
    Break this down and you bridge those walls,
    What are you dying for?

    Send them kids to war
    To get a bullet in the head
    And tell them what they’re living for
    Just send them kids to war
    And tell they parents that they died for a worthy cause

    What are you fighting for?
    Think you’re fightin for a reason not a kick in the balls
    Send them kids to war
    Go send them kids to war…

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