A Month of Sundays ~ Sunday Song Series

Welcome to Week #37 of our Sunday Song Series. Prepare for a bit of intrigue not entirely of my own making.

This time, we’ll ALMOST be giving a listen to Don Henley’s composition… A Month of Sundays. While it’s a.k.a. CD bonus track #8 from his 1984 album, Building the Perfect Beast… apparently… in the vinyl LP format, there’d been insufficient room for inclusion of this lyrically noteworthy song.

It would appear that YouTube’s astronomically vast platform has insufficient room for inclusion of this song, too. They’ve successfully set up a barricade to our musical adventure with their terse advisory… “video blocked in country”.

Hence, that blog topper roadblock vid… for the moment… will be in lieu of our usual, featured, Sunday Song, recording artist.

One has to wonder how any of this can possibly be playing out… or more to the point… not playing out… especially when several other tracks from that exact same Beast album are readily available.

Further adding to feelings of incredulity is how that ACCESS DENIED status applies, too, to Henley’s live performance of A Month of Sundays at a decades ago, FarmAid benefit concert!

Perhaps, this inaccessibility issue does not exist in your neck of the worldly woods? If you feel so inclined, you could attempt your own YouTube search by utilizing the following copy and paste parameters…

don henley a month of sundays

As you may have guessed from my lengthy narrative, I don’t readily accept the prospect of 180 degree, musical detours OR winding up in the ditch… ergo… rather than simply moving on to some other recording artist’s Sunday Song. I’ve opted to do some fancy footwork.

That’s because… now more than ever… Mr. Henley’s lyrical message needs to be heard… or in lieu of that… at the very least… read.

His keen sensibilities… maybe even prescience… have allowed him to spot-on address the farmers’ plight… how they continue to be [1] screwed over by avaricious, usurious bankers, [2] unforgivably under-served by self-serving politicians and… as of late… [3] flat-out betrayed by and plunged into bankruptcy by a fraudulent, fake prez who’s been waging his ill-timed, ill-conceived, international trade war.

And all of that duly noted… let the fancy footwork now begin. Check out my patched together presentation of Don Henley’s A Month of Sundays… courtesy of [1] YouTuber Sean Cheek’s piano tutorial… no less… and [2] via a printout of Henley’s must read song lyrics.

Don Henley ~ A Month Of Sundays

A Sean Cheek Piano Tutorial

Songwriter: Don Henley
A Month of Sundays lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

 

I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested
This great land
Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds ‘cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn

I quit the plant in ’57
Had some time for farmin’ then
Banks back then was lendin’ money
The banker was the farmer’s friend
And I’ve seen dog days and dusty days;
Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
I’ve held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground under my feet
Between the hot dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War it’s been hard
To make ends meet
But I always kept the clothes on our backs;
I always put the shoes on our feet

My grandson, he comes home from college
He says, “We get the government we deserve.”
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, “That little punk, he never
Had to serve.”
And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs and look out across these
Empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin’
Of the wheels

The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, too
Me, I just know how to raise things
That was all I ever knew
Now, it all comes down to numbers
Now I’m glad that I have quit
Folks these days just don’t do nothin’ simply for the love of it

I went into town on the Fourth of July
Watched ’em parade past the Union Jack
Watched ’em break out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two steps back
And I saw a sign on Easy Street, said, “Be Prepared to Stop.”
Pray for the independent, little man
I don’t see next year’s crop
And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
And I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance but the showers never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blow
I sit here and rub my hands
I sit here and listen to the clock strike, and I wonder when I’ll see my
Companion again

 

The fancy footwork is still afoot, folks… I really do feel bummed about not being able to actually provide Henley’s A Month of Sundays… ergo… I’m including the following clip where… although… strictly speaking… this is not a Sunday titled song… [1] there is similar, significant social commentary and [2] concerns for the well-being of the farmers of my homeland… indeed… our entire world… do get astutely addressed and echoed by another legendary singer/songwriter…

Tom Paxton ~ Early Snow

 

I now cordially invite you to click back here for our next Sunday Song… seven days from now…

 

 

 

 

 

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The Antithesis of Society ~ 1 Quick Limerick #075

 

How to thwart the mass murdering creatures?
The dolt prez sez he’d arm our schoolteachers!
The butchers? The bakers?
The candle stick makers?
And our Pope? Rabbis? Priests? Clerics? Preachers?

Limerick lines 3 and 4 ATTRIBUTION

The irony here…

• While… to the best of my knowledge… arming theologians is not yet part of the fake prez’s preposterous game plan, the operative word is YET. Yep, nothing enforces, “Thou Shalt Not Kill” better than a pistol packing Pope, right?  (←btw that’s sarcasm)

• The notion of fighting fire power with fire power is idiotic. A nearly 100% armed to the teeth society could not even act as a deterrent towards mass murderers… a.k.a. terrorists. Considering how these gun nuts oft are suicidal and depending on first responders… in this case vigilantes… to shoot them, this might even cause an upsurge in terrorist attacks.

• The number of incidents of innocent bystanders accidentally getting caught up in the daily, ubiquitous crossfire and expiring would be staggering.

• The resultant Wild West, bullets flying anarchy would be the antithesis of society.

 

 

Psychological Projection ~ 1 Quick Limerick #068

 

In Twitter rants, the fake prez doth attack,
Assumes the role of a head shrinking quack,
“Dumb as a rock!” He’ll brand foes,
“Lazy as Hell!” He’ll suppose,
Faults he himself, sure as Hell, doth not lack!

 

For more limericks (as well as other verses and song parodies, etc.), head over to my “Categories Menu” and select “Poetry”.

 

 

 

Dirty Harry’s Holocaust

 

Something I’ll never be able to fathom is how the post-Hiroshima, Harry S. Truman could see the death and destruction he had inflicted upon humanity and, yet, rage onward into Nagasaki… how the post Nagasaki Truman might’ve even said to himself, “What a good little boy am I!”

Only a sociopathic flesh peddler would ever have the audacity to rationalize that the wholesale slaughter of 90,000–146,000 souls in Hiroshima (08/06/1945) AND 39,000–80,000 souls in Nagasaki (08/09/1945) was somehow, someway justifiable???

True… technically speaking… Truman’s WMD had prevented Hitler from developing / detonating his own nuclear WMD. But, it’s impossible to see much difference between these two sickos when neither of them had any qualms about frying humanity.

Little doubt, delusional Harry believed he was nuking on behalf of a noble cause. But would not delusional ‘Dolf have believed the same thing? To fight nukes with nukes to save the world? It’d be a hard sell to convince the hapless, helpless “survivors” that such a madman ruled world is even worth saving.

True… technically speaking… in the wake of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, WW-II did come to an end. But, did it REALLY end? Did anyone ever ACTUALLY win? Once the radioactive dust had settled we were… still are… left with only one, inescapable truth.

Truman’s Two Nukes Did Not Make One Right!

All that micro-brained “prez” had truly accomplished was the establishment of “mushroom envy” amongst the other micro-brained world “leaders” of that era… and every other era ever since. He ushered in a never-ending, global, nuclear arms race, which even now… especially now… the current, micro-brained, “prez” taps into, revels in and escalates (one Tweet / one soundbite at a time).

If/when we, the 21st century nuclear pawns, experience Dirty Donny’s nuclear war, it’d be a misnomer to call it WW-III. In reality, it’d be the resumption Dirty Harry’s 1945 nuclear holocaust.

It’s not too late to put Harry S. Truman, on trial for his crimes against humanity and (posthumously) bring him to justice.

 

How To Spell Strong Correctly (One Quick Limerick #046)

 

NarcissistMan thinks he’s strong? Let’s rethink!
His heart of stone boasts barbed wire / chain-link,
He burns bridges, builds walls,
Promotes partisan brawls,
All that is strong, here, is his admin’s stink!