-Caveat Lector- I've been interested in Phil Ochs' music since reading about Phil in Alex Constantine's "The Covert War Against Rock." Phil was a folk singer at the time of Dylan and Baez and later in life turned into a different personality with a different name - a hard right-winger. Then he committed suicide. As I'm listening to his music this afternoon, I'm struck by the lyrics to this song, especially stanzas 2 & 6.
http://www.cs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/lyrics/half-century-high.html Half A Century High By Phil Ochs In the tube where I was born I could have sworn There was so much to see There was so little to be But I was free World at my command Through the dots I ran Am Looking for a man who looked like me And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was raised I was amazed On the pictures I would lean That went flashing on the screen Oh, I was dazed But then my eyes were made hypnotized insane Buried in my brain In a blinding blaze And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was grown I was alone The figure on the floor (Laying on the floor) The dream behind the door (I'd lock the closet door) The sound was low Ballgames on the street Disappeared behind my feet Out of breath my heart would be To see another show And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was made I was afraid Spinning through the space another scene, another face, Another shade Mirror of my mind On electric wheels of wine Living on the lines that were displayed And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was fed I lost my head I watch the lives they led Watch them to the end And then again An open kind of laugh I gave all the mind I had And whenever I was sad I had my friends And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was killed I was fulfiled Such an easy way to win Talking to my twin No sign of sin the sacrifice was small fascination was the fall I was extended by the wall that held me in And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was killed I was fulfilled The lies of light would bend I'd stare until the end And then again Faded and the fad I gave all the mind I had And whenever I was sad I had my friends And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was born I could have sworn There was so much to see There was so little to be But I was free World at my command Through the dots I ran Looking for a man who looked like me And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high <A HREF="http://www.ctrl.org/";>www.ctrl.org</A> DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER ========== CTRL is a discussion & informational exchange list. Proselytizing propagandic screeds are unwelcomed. Substance—not soap-boxing—please! These are sordid matters and 'conspiracy theory'—with its many half-truths, mis- directions and outright frauds—is used politically by different groups with major and minor effects spread throughout the spectrum of time and thought. That being said, CTRLgives no endorsement to the validity of posts, and always suggests to readers; be wary of what you read. CTRL gives no credence to Holocaust denial and nazi's need not apply. Let us please be civil and as always, Caveat Lector. ======================================================================== Archives Available at: http://peach.ease.lsoft.com/archives/ctrl.html <A HREF="http://peach.ease.lsoft.com/archives/ctrl.html";>Archives of [EMAIL PROTECTED]</A> http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/ <A HREF="http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/";>ctrl</A> ======================================================================== To subscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SUBSCRIBE CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] To UNsubscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SIGNOFF CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] Om
