It is my belief that the psyche of the American people was forever changed by the assassination of John F. Kennedy fifty years ago today. It was that profound. We were a lot more innocent, carefree, and friendly toward each other then, less jaded, less cynical, less bitter and angry. When Kennedy was killed, the entire nation seemed dazed, walking around with a knot in its collective stomach in stunned disbelief. We were prosperous, economically sound in the days before the Regressives came out of the woodwork like lice. It was a time of contentment and peace, and when Kennedy sent the Rooskies packing during the Cuban Missile Crisis, calling their bluff, we felt invincible, secure, proud to be Americans. Our sense of suspicion as a people that something was terribly wrong was confirmed by the subsequent Warren Commission farce, allegations of a cover-up and speculation that Oswald was either innocent or did not act alone, and substantiated by the escalation of the war in Viet Nam based on a false flag operation in the Gulf of Tonkin in 67 fabricated by the LBJ Administration, the assassinations of RFK and MLK, Jr. in 68, and the police riots on the streets of Chicago during the Democratic Convention that same year, followed by the National Guard murders of 4 war protestors at Kent State University in 70 (prompting Neil Young to write Four Dead In Ohio.) In less than a decade, we had gone from an unassuming, innocent, prosperous carefree people to a paranoid, distrusting, dissociative bunch of tribal cliques all pointing our fingers at whos to bless and whos to bleed. We lost our identity. We did not know who we were any more, and that all began on the ground for the American people with the assassination of John F. Kennedy on November 22, 1963. And the night comes again to the circle studded sky The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie Till the universe explodes as a falling star is raised Planets are paralyzed, the mountains are amazed But they all glow brighter from the briliance of the blaze With the speed of insanity, then he dies. In the green fields a turnin, a baby is born His cries crease the wind, mingle with the morn An assault upon the order, the changing of the guard Chosen for a challenge that is hopelessly hard And the only single sign is the sighing of the stars But to the silence and distance they are sworn So dance dance dance Teach us to be true Come dance dance dance Cause we love you Images of innocence charge him go on But the decadence of destiny is looking for a pawn To a nightmare of knowledge he opens up the gate And a blinding revelation is laid upon his plate That beneath the greatest love is a hurricane of hate And God help the critic of the dawn. So he stands on the sea and shouts to the shore, But the louder that he screams the longer hes ignored For the wine of oblivion is drunk to the dregs And the merchants of the masses almost have to be begged Till the giant is aware, someones pulling at his leg, And someone is tapping at the door. To dance dance dance Teach us to be true Come dance dance dance Cause we love you Then his message gathers meaning and it spreads across the land The rewarding of his pain is the following of the man But ignorance is everywhere and people have their way Success is an enemy to the losers of the day In the shadows of the churches, who knows what they pray For blood is the language of the band. The Spanish bulls are beaten; the crowd is soon beguiled, The matador is beautiful, a symphony of style Excitement is estatic, passion places bets Gracefully he bows to ovations that he gets But the hands that are applauding are slippery with sweat And saliva is falling from their smiles So dance dance dance Teach us to be true Come dance dance dance Cause we love you Then this overflow of life is crushed into a liar The gentle soul is ripped apart and tossed into the fire. First a smile of rejection at the nearness of the night Truth becomes a tragedy limping from the light All the heavens are horrified, they stagger from the sight As the cross is trembling with desire. They say they cant believe it, its a sacreligious shame Now, who would want to hurt such a hero of the game? But you know I predicted it; I knew he had to fall How did it happen? I hope his suffering was small. Tell me every detail, for Ive got to know it all, And do you have a picture of the pain? So dance dance dance Teach us to be true Come dance dance dance Cause we love you Time takes her toll and the memory fades But his glory is growin in the magic that he made. Reality is ruined; its the freeing from the fear The drama is distorted, to what they want to hear Swimming in their sorrow, in the twisting of a tear As they wait for the new thrill parade. Yes, the eyes of the rebel have been branded by the blind To the safety of sterility, the threat has been refined The child was created to the slaughterhouse hes led So good to be alive when the eulogies are read The climax of emotion, the worship of the dead As the cycle of sacrifice unwinds. So dance dance dance Teach us to be true Come dance dance dance Cause we love you And the night comes again to the circle studded sky The stars settle slowly, in lonliness they lie Till the universe expodes as a falling star is raised Planets are paralyzed, the mountains are amazed But they all glow brighter from the briliance of the blaze With the speed of insanity... Then he dies.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 02:17:54 +0000
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