So Many Roads, So Much at Stake...

My blogs have been kind of lame lately (lately? you ask?) & for that I apologize.

Like most people (at least I think so), I don't like to be sold anything. That's the tough part of my job. For the most part, I believe the products I sell work, & I've used most of them to know that it's true. A lot of the time, however, I know some of the advertisements & labels to be either grossly overstated or in other cases, untrue. Often times in order to get new business I have to make a bit of a sales pitch & it's always an extremely odd thing to do. I want to be good at what I do & have a good product to sell, but I don't necessarily want to tell people about it.

The election can be at both times interesting & frustrating. During these debates, I want a designated panel to yell BS! at the appropriate times when they feel the candidate is reading from their own personal script.

The song of the month explains this point brilliantly, if you ask me. Dignity is never where you think it is & it can never be seen. This would be a greater idea if it included the word integrity, but that doesn't fit the rhyme quite as well. Perhaps the word's exclusion shows a lack of dignity.

Dignity

Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin' through painted glass For dignity Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve Somebody said dignity was the first to leave I went into the city, went into the town Went into the land of the midnight sun Searchin' high, searchin' low Searchin' everywhere I know Askin' the cops wherever I go Have you seen dignity? Blind man breakin' out of a trance Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance Of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary-lou She said I don't want nobody see me talkin' to you Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew About dignity I went down where the vultures feed I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any need Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men Wasn't any difference to me Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade House on fire, debts unpaid Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid Have you seen dignity? Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors Lookin' into the lost forgotten years For dignity Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used He wanted money up front, said he was abused By dignity Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand Steps goin' down into tattoo land I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light In the bordertowns of despair Got no place to fade, got no coat I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote About dignity Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were And into every masterpiece of literature for dignity Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin Bites the bullet and he looks within For dignity Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed Dignity never been photographed I went into the red, went into the black Into the valley of dry bone dreams So many roads, so much at stake So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take To find dignity Copyright © 1991 Special Rider Music

Five Favorite Songs of the Day

The Times They are a Changin'-Bob Dylan, Avignon France, 1981

'Round Midnight-Miles Davis, 'Round Midnight

We Both Go Down Together-The Decemberists, Picaresque

All of You-Miles Davis, 'Round Midnight

Dignity-Bob Dylan, Rochester 2004

Happy Monday, friends...

andrew