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Post by TM on Jul 2, 2014 12:50:15 GMT -5
We thought it over for a century or two. Considered all in light of such short history. Would you let them loose upon the stars? Bring their dark and murky waters to lap on pristine shores? Fine in their own place and with their own destiny to follow. But - breeding like rabbits on other worlds and with other calmer spirits?
Per errationes ad astra? Then dream, dream on. The dream is all. All good sense gone.
Neil, Buzz, and Michael, they made a team. The right stuff in a can of spam. The brave adventure came to nought, cruel economics had their say. A tiny bubble of pure white light from mighty engines roared on Pad 39A in the night. Orbiters and Soyuz towered on stacks of Lox and hydrogen. But what a little squib, a little firework in the cosmic crash of fiery fusion as far galaxies collide: drowned in the vastness of all we see and, still, can only just imagine.
Let's not worry about the wandering man. He'll wander hither if he can. But his time may have already come. And gone.
Has anyone drawn any conclusions on this lyric that they care to share?
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Post by Bassackwards on Jul 2, 2014 13:22:53 GMT -5
We thought it over for a century or two. Considered all in light of such short history. Would you let them loose upon the stars? Bring their dark and murky waters to lap on pristine shores? Fine in their own place and with their own destiny to follow. But - breeding like rabbits on other worlds and with other calmer spirits?
Per errationes ad astra? Then dream, dream on. The dream is all. All good sense gone.
Neil, Buzz, and Michael, they made a team. The right stuff in a can of spam. The brave adventure came to nought, cruel economics had their say. A tiny bubble of pure white light from mighty engines roared on Pad 39A in the night. Orbiters and Soyuz towered on stacks of Lox and hydrogen. But what a little squib, a little firework in the cosmic crash of fiery fusion as far galaxies collide: drowned in the vastness of all we see and, still, can only just imagine.
Let's not worry about the wandering man. He'll wander hither if he can. But his time may have already come. And gone.
Has anyone drawn any conclusions on this lyric that they care to share? I love this excellent short spoken word piece from homo Erraticus. We've spoiled our world and those of other worlds don't want us in fear will spoil their world. For all of the Neil buzz and Michael's achievement it comes to nothing and really in perspective of the universe we are very small and insignificant this sets up the lonely wondering theme of cold dead reckoning very nicely which leads to the final destruction of our world. But in the hopeful epilogue perhaps all is not lost. Of course the earth will bloom again and perhaps the wondering man will get another try. I must say I really like the spoken word introduction to thick as a brick 2. It beautifully statesthe theme of the whole album. I like the poetic and slightly overblown tone of it as is befitting anything surrounding Gerald Bostock.
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Post by Nonfatman on Jul 2, 2014 16:34:31 GMT -5
We thought it over for a century or two. Considered all in light of such short history. Would you let them loose upon the stars? Bring their dark and murky waters to lap on pristine shores? Fine in their own place and with their own destiny to follow. But - breeding like rabbits on other worlds and with other calmer spirits?
Per errationes ad astra? Then dream, dream on. The dream is all. All good sense gone.
Neil, Buzz, and Michael, they made a team. The right stuff in a can of spam. The brave adventure came to nought, cruel economics had their say. A tiny bubble of pure white light from mighty engines roared on Pad 39A in the night. Orbiters and Soyuz towered on stacks of Lox and hydrogen. But what a little squib, a little firework in the cosmic crash of fiery fusion as far galaxies collide: drowned in the vastness of all we see and, still, can only just imagine.
Let's not worry about the wandering man. He'll wander hither if he can. But his time may have already come. And gone.
Has anyone drawn any conclusions on this lyric that they care to share? I love this excellent short spoken word piece from homo Erraticus. We've spoiled our world and those of other worlds don't want us in fear will spoil their world. For all of the Neil buzz and Michael's achievement it comes to nothing and really in perspective of the universe we are very small and insignificant this sets up the lonely wondering theme of cold dead reckoning very nicely which leads to the final destruction of our world. But in the hopeful epilogue perhaps all is not lost. Of course the earth will bloom again and perhaps the wondering man will get another try. I must say I really like the spoken word introduction to thick as a brick 2. It beautifully statesthe theme of the whole album. I like the poetic and slightly overblown tone of it as is befitting anything surrounding Gerald Bostock. Good analysis, and I agree with you, I like this spoken word piece as well, especially the part where he sings in the middle. It seems to fit on this album, it's almost necessary and it works; and because it comes near the end, it's not distracting. I felt there was far too much of the spoken word stuff on TAAB2, and that was distracting to me. By the way, I think this whole theme of death and renewal/rebirth and overpopulation is recurrent in much of Ian's work over the years. I'm thinking particularly of the last line of Wondring Again, which ends on a hopeful note of bringing a newborn baby into the world despite all of his misgivings. And of course Passion Play, and I am sure others as well. Jeff
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Post by TM on Jul 2, 2014 19:31:00 GMT -5
We thought it over for a century or two. Considered all in light of such short history. Would you let them loose upon the stars? Bring their dark and murky waters to lap on pristine shores? Fine in their own place and with their own destiny to follow. But - breeding like rabbits on other worlds and with other calmer spirits?
Per errationes ad astra? Then dream, dream on. The dream is all. All good sense gone.
Neil, Buzz, and Michael, they made a team. The right stuff in a can of spam. The brave adventure came to nought, cruel economics had their say. A tiny bubble of pure white light from mighty engines roared on Pad 39A in the night. Orbiters and Soyuz towered on stacks of Lox and hydrogen. But what a little squib, a little firework in the cosmic crash of fiery fusion as far galaxies collide: drowned in the vastness of all we see and, still, can only just imagine.
Let's not worry about the wandering man. He'll wander hither if he can. But his time may have already come. And gone.
Has anyone drawn any conclusions on this lyric that they care to share? I love this excellent short spoken word piece from homo Erraticus. We've spoiled our world and those of other worlds don't want us in fear will spoil their world. For all of the Neil buzz and Michael's achievement it comes to nothing and really in perspective of the universe we are very small and insignificant this sets up the lonely wondering theme of cold dead reckoning very nicely which leads to the final destruction of our world. But in the hopeful epilogue perhaps all is not lost. Of course the earth will bloom again and perhaps the wondering man will get another try. I must say I really like the spoken word introduction to thick as a brick 2. It beautifully statesthe theme of the whole album. I like the poetic and slightly overblown tone of it as is befitting anything surrounding Gerald Bostock. Makes total sense. I never pieced the musical outro to the epilogue as you stated. I like that.
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mbanford
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Question all as to their ways and learn the secrets that they hold
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Post by mbanford on Jan 14, 2015 18:28:32 GMT -5
Space is a Big place. Even if there was another civilization somewhere else we probably would not see it or experience it. We better settle in and get along.
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