Beware of Darkness

Watch out now, take care
Beware of the thoughts that linger
Winding up inside your head
The hopelessness around you
In the dead of night

Beware of sadness
It can hit you
It can hurt you
Make you sore and what is more
That is not what you are here for

Watch out now, take care
Beware of soft shoe shufflers
Dancing down the sidewalks
As each unconscious sufferer
Wanders aimlessly
Beware of Maya

My husband had rented the video of the Bangladesh Benefit concert. Remember that? With George Harrison, Ravi Shankar, Leon Russell, and Bob Dylan? The Concert for Bangladesh (Limited Deluxe Edition)That was when there was still a bit of idealistic humanitarianism remaining after the sixties love revolution had shown its decayed underbelly. George was a bit raspy and strained, but there was a certain fire in their performances. Like a slow burn of coals.

When I listened to this song it rang of truth, still. But its voice got lost on the wind, the words are changed for everyone now, as the ideology has coalesced into lumpish stereotype figures and crass polarizations.

Bob Dylan’s “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall” has fared better in its message. Still strong, still clear, still a comin’. Perhaps the iconic symbolism resisted the wretched newspeak we hear today better.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’,
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’,
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’,
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’,
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.