Today’s lead video features a virtually stripped down to the bare lyrics rendition of the King Crimson composition, Epitaph… a collaborative effort of bandmates Robert Fripp, Ian McDonald, Greg Lake, Michael Giles & Peter Sinfield… one, which showcases the a cappella, emotionally driven performance by the late, great Greg Lake (11/10/1947 ~ 12/7/2016).
These five songsmiths originally spoke of a confused world gone mad and, in view of more contemporary political events, their words are proving to be even more relevant… perhaps even prophetic… than when first penned in 1969.
EITHER give this song a listen prior to OR while reading onward to learn my reason for featuring it at this particular point in American History.
It all boils down to this…
Ever since we first learned that the Russians had hacked into and warped the outcome of last November’s Election Day… and that the GOP powers-that-be are not concerned in the least… only care about untying the pretty bow and tearing off the gift wrapping paper from Putin’s “present”… I’ve been dreading this particular Friday (a.k.a. tomorrow… a.k.a. the Inauguration Day from HELL).
Yep, phase two of the GOP/KGB overthrow of America is now breathing down our collective neck. For all liberally, ethically and patriotically minded Americans (and likeminded souls throughout our global community) there’ll be NO TGIF this week… perhaps never again… and that’s for damned sure!
Ergo, from this DJ’s POV, Epitaph sets the appropriate mood for what is certain to pan out as a societally, ecologically and economically backward four years ahead… if we even last that long. That’s all in doubt since the unethical, excessively empowered rightwingers will start calling ALL the shots tomorrow… and are virtually unchecked by the powerless leftwingers.
Indeed, this horrific imbalance will produce such deleterious and devastating effects that, sooner or later (unlikely the latter), they’ll go rippling outward until they negatively severely impact every last damned life form fighting for survival on our politically imperiled planet.
No, I’m not being melodramatic… unless by some unforeseen miracle there’s a drastic 180-degree shift in the attitude of the unprincipled, principle political players residing on the far, Far, FAR right…
We are SCREWED!!!
But, returning to the music at hand, let’s now give a listen to Epitaph’s fully orchestrated mix… get a preview glimpse of what could easily become America’s / our world’s not too distant future.
One thing for sure, whenever I view this vid, I can empathize with the profound sorrow the depicted man is feeling. It’s as if I’m living out that last man on Earth scenario… walking, all alone, through the rubble of that post nuclear war apocalypse.
In the event that either or both of these videos, someday, get yanked from YouTube here’s the printout of the lyrics.
Epitaph (including: March For No Reason and Tomorrow and Tomorrow)
By Robert Fripp, Ian McDonald, Greg Lake, Michael Giles & Peter Sinfield
The wall on which the prophets wrote,
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death,
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart,
With nightmares and with dreams.
Will no one lay the laurel wreath,
As silence drowns the screams.
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh,
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown.
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known.
Knowledge is a deadly friend,
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see,
Is in the hands of fools.