tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202810861063795561.post6671395242859671721..comments2023-10-21T04:16:25.112-05:00Comments on Innovation on my Mind: "The cocoon of middle age habit"Adam Shameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129697441641279801noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202810861063795561.post-31466163559604249472011-08-12T20:51:24.736-05:002011-08-12T20:51:24.736-05:00RUSH partially explains what happened to a generat...RUSH partially explains what happened to a generation of people so poetically in these song lyrics.<br /><br />-----<br />Sprawling on the fringes of the city<br />In geometric order<br />An insulated border<br />In between the bright lights<br />And the far unlit unknown<br /><br />Growing up it all seems so one-sided<br />Opinions all provided<br />The future pre-decided<br />Detached and subdivided<br />In the mass production zone<br /><br />Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone<br />[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/rush/subdivisions_20119867.html ]<br />Subdivisions --<br />In the high school halls<br />In the shopping malls<br />Conform or be cast out<br />Subdivisions --<br />In the basement bars<br />In the backs of cars<br />Be cool or be cast out<br />Any escape might help to smooth<br />The unattractive truth<br />But the suburbs have no charms to soothe<br />The restless dreams of youth<br /><br />Drawn like moths we drift into the city<br />The timeless old attraction<br />Cruising for the action<br />Lit up like a firefly<br />Just to feel the living night<br /><br />Some will sell their dreams for small desires<br />Or lose the race to rats<br />Get caught in ticking traps<br />And start to dream of somewhere<br />To relax their restless flight<br /><br />Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights...<br />----<br />C. KaepernickAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202810861063795561.post-40626410416536076932011-08-12T10:16:31.568-05:002011-08-12T10:16:31.568-05:00Important post Mr. Shames. There was a time when ...Important post Mr. Shames. There was a time when if you DIDN'T possess a demonstrative, creative ability ie singing, dancing, writing poetry, playing the piano; you were nothing more than the village idiot. Even lowly peasants were able to spin fantastic yarns. <br /><br />Now it's all about staring blankly into electronic screens, tuning all others out.<br /><br />I appreciate these kinds of post because it's one of the few times when I feel I am understood and not alone.<br /><br />stay great.<br /><br />-L. BallAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com