Win some...
I was hoping for the kind of gritty neo-realism that informed some of the best songs of bands like Eric Burdon & the Animals... but what I ended up with was a couple of local insider references and a sadly obvious yet actually unintentional central pun. (Yeah, yeah, there are no accidents, I hear you. Nonetheless, I was oblivious, even when the first verse began with "junkies" and ended with "final score"...)
The Final Score
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The Final Score
From the junkies in the Cooper Arms
to the whores of this old shore
I've seen the winners
I've seen the losers
and I've seen the Final Score....
I've seen all your tomorrows
and then a couple more
Ive seen the future, I've seen the past
I don't wanna see no more
I've seen the fear across their faces
I've heard their anguished cries
I've felt the void explode within
after the dream dies
I know what's gonna happen
yet I'll never know what for
but I'll bet the game begins again
after the Final Score
(C) 1997, 2006 TK Major
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I love those lyrics... Coincidentallly, I just saw Eric Burden and the Animals for the first time at a Blues Festival in Canada and they were the great.
Wow... that's pretty cool.
I saw EB and War (and War separately, later) but never got a chance to see the Animals except on TV.
Clearly, Eric Burdon is simply too ornery to pack it in -- and that's a darn good thing!
Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but a dream For the soul is dead that slumbers And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art to dust returnest Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment and not sorrow Is our destined end or way But to act that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long and Time is fleeting And our hearts though stout and brave Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the World's broad field of battle In the bivovac of Life Be not like dumb driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no future howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act act in the living Present! Heart within and God O'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime and departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Footprints that perhaps another Sailing o'er Life's solemn main A forlorn and shipwrecked brother Seeing shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing With a heart for any fate Still achieving still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (A Psalm of Life) P.S. I (not Henry - he's dead) also saw War years ago sans Eric in Boston and The Animals avec Eric very recently outside of Toronto - I guess you, anonymous and I love good music.
That's pretty much the mother of all quotable quotes, I'd say, saint.
"In the World's broad field of battle / In the bivovac of Life / Be not like dumb driven cattle!"
Too bad the sheeple don't read anything but People magazine and get their worldview from Fox News and Entertainment Tonight...
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