Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Salt of the Earth

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange


Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let's drink to the uncounted heads
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
Or don't they look so strange

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's drink to the two thousand million
Let's think of the humble of birth

(Mick Jagger & Keith Richards

1 comment:

jt castleton said...

i so just tried to leave a message here and blogger done f'ed it up.... take two:

mick & keith just being themselves:

Hey Negrita, hey now
Move your body, move your mouth
Shake lady, way down south
Shake baby, in your home town

Come si chiama, what's you game
I'm just a poor man, what's your name
Shake your body, do it up now
Shake body, move it up now

Hey Negrita, hey now
Hey conchita, shake it up now
Bate las caderas, do it up now

Flash of gold in your ears, child
Flash of gold in your eyes
Saw the gleam in your mouth
Saw the steel in your thighs

as for the cards,

ironic that the impediment card is the one missing. funny, even.

nine of cups sounds good. paris is a moveable fest. (i read that book, btw, while living over there in the same neighborhood.)

the artiste has a boyfriend and a kid. not interested. (besides, i admit, the reading came after your post. the story just segued nicely. sparked interest, indeed.)

failure for lack of discipline doesn't sound good right before finals. thanks. :P (and yes, i despise emoticons.)

authoritarian father and the law? i always picture the bare-breasted female personification of justice when i'm thinkin' legal.

i was born in the backseat of a greyhound bus, rollin' down highway 41.

no? ok, mid-morning, VT hospital. i believe it was bitterly cold at the time..... robert frost rolled over in his grave.

so someone gave me a who's who guide to greek mythology as a kid. then i got stuck studying french art. had to learn something, somewhere.

love to hear the dream, though i'm not big on freud.

ben jonson's ok. billy shakes too. try thomas middleton or francis beaumont for some other names in elizabethan/jacobean drama. "the roaring girl" or "the knight of the burning pestle."