Was that thunder that I heard...?
I thought I heard the sound of war
As I lay there in my bed
At first I thought it was thunder
Rumbling in the West
Thought, that's funny, I don't remember seeing any clouds.
It was a clear and springlike day today.
Maybe it's fireworks, I thought
Our cousins - as they're euphemistically called
Making a wedding down the way
Arabic dance music till the early hours from huge speakers fills the air from valley to hilltop in every direction from the springtime till the end of the long summer in these parts
But I couldn't hear any music
And the sound was too deep for fireworks, even big ones.
The rumbling got closer
Now it was right over my head
My dog began to bark madly and run back and forth outside the caravan
There it was again, louder, much louder
And closer. The tin roof was shaking over my head...
Then I remembered the News
A war, they said, was only days away
All of the players were taking their places
Manoeuvring into position, making plans A and plans B. Maybe even plans C, if it came to that...
Waiting for the kick off, the whistle, the starting gun. This time it was going to be the big one, or so it was billed. Big league players. High stakes.
I waited for the rumbling in the ground
It can't be far off now
The roof overhead began to shake
I lay there in my bed, looking up
Was this it?
What now?
What next?
My dog was going crazy, just outside
An air raid siren, did I hear?
A high and rising wail.
No, it was just a car racing up the steep hill.
And then I recognised the sound
Of a cat on a tin roof, teasing the dog with his aerial superiority, his climbing ability, but afraid to come down.
I breath a sigh of relief, for now, and spare a thought for those experiencing the real thing tonight - whichever side of the bed they're on.
(Galilee, 13th April 2018)
Poetry as a weapon against violence, thank you.
Thank you too @solarcoach. Very glad to connect
Risen from the ruins,
turning toward the future,
the Gideon still alive,
returning to the hive.
Choo choo! 😎
I took myself up to the roof of the train
To take in the view, to unwind my brain
But to my surprise, when I got back
Everyone had gone, vanished from Slack
Good to see you're still around @likedeeler
Don´t know if you know,
but we had to go,
to discord with the flow,
because we´re so pro.
https://discord.gg/sxpEPJc
Thank you my friend
(and rhyme making brother)
I'll get there in the end
(one way or another)
The dark clouds are drawing closer and closer. I feel the sick dread in the pit of my stomach, fear for my boy that lives in Babylon and sadness for those in the midst of the madness. Still praying for peace, unlikely as it may be.
Yes I know the feeling. Don't believe the hype is the best I can offer.
That's about as depressing as Bob gets. When I was young, I wanted to have this picture tattooed on my back. I feel this crazy combination of total resignation and wild hopefulness. I think the darkness is imminent if it isn't already upon us, but my sense is that we rise up victorious on the other side. It's a matter of how quickly can we come together. We won't even have to fight the war pigs. If we all come together, they know they're beat.
Actually I think he was being kind of ironic in this song.. maybe ironic is the wrong word.. but the way he puts such hopeless words with such upbeat, happy, carefree music to me is the point of this song.
I think I remember reading in a book about him that he was actually feeling kind of down when he wrote this and that he felt like he really needed to get it out. Of course he always bounced back quickly, perhaps that's the source of the upbeat music, but he was definitely one to get his emotions out. High Tide, Low Tide is another one because the breakup of the Wailers was really hard on him, particularly feeling like he lost Peter. Love me some Bob.
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