"These are the kind of thoughts that your editor is supposed to stop you from writing. Leon Wieseltier:
I woke up the next morning still under the spell of solidarity and love. I decided to make the spell last. I gave away my tickets to a performance of some late Shostakovich quartets, because for once I was not interested in the despair. Instead I spent the day listening to the Ebonys and the Chi-Lites and the Isley Brothers. For lunch I went to Georgia Brown’s for fried green tomatoes.
I was waiting for the next sentence to be about watermelons, but he spared us that at least."
I think that Wieseltier might be saying that Sen. Obama's election makes even depressives like us happy. Anyway, here are my comments:
November 8th, 2008 at 1:48 pm
You just made me play ” Harvest For The World”:
All babies together
Everyone a seed
Half of us are satisfied
Half of us in need
Love’s bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be
A harvest for the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey
A nation planted
So concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go
Greater grows the pain
And far too many
Feelin’ the strain
Oh, when will there be
A harvest for the world
Yeah, yeah
Gather every man
Gather every woman
Celebrate your lives
Give thanks for your children (No)
Gather everyone (Gather everyone)
Gather all together (Gather all together)
Overlookin’ none (Overlookin’ none)
Hopin’ life gets better for the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Dress me up for battle
When all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price
Come home with the least
And nation after nation
Turnin’ into beasts
Oh, when will there be
A harvest for the world
Yeah, hey
When will there be
I wanna know now, now
When will there be a harvest {Harvest for the world}
November 8th, 2008 at 1:55 pm
Now it’s ” That Lady”. Thanks man. It really brightened my morning.