The Most Philosophical Song You Ever Heard


This may be a little too deeply personal for some, so reader discretion is advised. Don't know the reason, stayed here all season. Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie. How it got here I haven't a clue.
Blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop top, cut my heel had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in the blender and soon it will render that frozen concoction that helps me hang on.

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@simonmoon,
Now that's certainly a thought provoking lyric.

It's quite amazing how you get to learn about stuff from over 30 years ago.

I can't remember anything about this from the time, but then this was the UK and look what happened after that infamous Maureen Cleave Lennon interview...

Anyway, (apparently, acc to wiki - yuk!) the producer Todd Rundgren and the writer Andy Partridge had different recollections about it's initial release in 1987 when it was initially pulled off the early pressings of the XTC album Skylarking.


Producer Todd Rundgren said that Partridge himself demanded that the song be pulled because "He was afraid that there would be repercussions personally for him for taking on such a thorny subject. ..."

Whilst Partridge remembered differently,"I called them and said, 'This is a mistake."

"...if you can't have a different opinion without [somebody] wanting to firebomb your house then that's their problem."

If only it were so. If only certain cows were not held so sacred.

Or as the much respected broadcaster / journalist Robert Robinson might have once said, 

'Ah, would that it were, would that it were.'

Peter Hammill

From solo album, "In Camera"

The Comet, the Course, and the Tail

(existentialism, free will)

They say we are endowed with Free Will
--at least that justifies our need for indecision.
But between our insticts and the lust to kill
We bow our heads in submission.
They say that no man is an island
But then they say our castles are our homes;
It's felt the choice is ours, between peace and violence
... Oh, yes, we choose, alone?
While the comet spreads its tail across the sky
It nowhere near defines the course it flies,
Nor does it find its own direction.
Though the path of the comet be sure,
Its constitution is not,
So its meaning is possibly more
Than the tracing of a tail
In one brief shot at glory.
Love and peace and individuality--
So order and society are man-made?
War and hate and dark depravity--
Or are we slaves?
Channeling aggressive energies,
The Death Wish and the Will to survive
Into finding and preserving enemies--
Is that the only way we know that we're alive?
In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same,
Whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game;
In the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves
Except for outward pomp and circumstance.
There is a time set in the calendar
When all reason seems barely enough
To sustain all the shooting stars:
Times are rough.
I'm waiting for something to happen here,
It feels as though it's long overdue:
Maybe a restatement of yesteryear
Or something entirely new.
And the knowledge that we gain in part
Always leads us closer to the very start,
And to the founding questions:
How can I tell that the road signed to hell
Doesn't lead up to heaven?
What can I say when, in some obscure way,
I am my own direction?

Sly and the Family Stone - 

"Dying young is hard to take, selling-out is harder." 
(From - Thank-you falettin' me be mice elf agin)