Feb 15, 2006 - 0 Comments - Uncategorized -

Fractal Guthrie

Ever thought of running wild with the buffalo?


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Come on, sing with me…

This land is your land
This land is my land,
Get off my land
Get back on your land,
From California
To the New York islands,
This land was made for only me

Woody Guthrie never sang it like that, but he sure had a sense of humour.

Maybe he did sing something like that once. He was quite the creative guy and didn’t just sing “folksy” stuff.

Or maybe, back in the thirties, folk music, or whatever he wrote, wasn’t just about squirrels and cutting trees.

If you had to sum up the last several decades and gather together what’s been worthwhile, wouldn’t it be just a handful of songs?

We sit in our cars, we stand in the checkout lines. We wait in front of the microwave.

Off to work, back home, back to work. Monday slides into Friday and the weekend is a just a long evening.

For most of us, life is something that happens waiting for the traffic light to change or when we’re using the telephone and put on hold, or when the power goes out. Accidental moments.

Whoever said, “When I grow up I’m going to be a money-chewing Zombie?”

Bling-Blang hammer with my hammer,
Zingle-zangle cuttin’ with my saw.

Woody wrote all those songs during the Depression. When I hear one I feel rich.