July 17, 2007- The summer of terror takes root in the American psyche, as the warnings of both The Department of Homeland Security, "Devil's Head" Michael Chertoff, and the Director of the FBI, Robert Muellar, declared that between "a gut feeling" and a positive ID by Muellar at a Tampa, FL, private FBI conference "that a nuclear detonation within an American city" would all take place this summer, Summer of 2007 is on its way to becoming the "Holden Oversoul" of the United States Goodpeople everywhere.
The lyrics, to yet another Widespread Panic classic of the lore that only H.P. Lovecraft dreamed of:
Holden Oversoul
Transcribed by:
The Original Lyrics File
Brian Whitman
Daniel Gold
The screen door to the farmer's porch
To the back porch, to the backlands
It's never left closed
A new air pushed a full wind
That brought worlds on through
That only he could know
As the last of November passed
With his new life, with his new wife
She said she was feeling a little cold
The ghost of a clown just danced in and
Did a few tricks and danced out again
Warming a farmer's soul
Summer was all there was
We were working, breathing heat
Terror rising out of control
Through that door came a breeze
Wrapped on through our heads and around our spines
Cooling off the burning floor
The morning's breaking woke us long enough
We were sure we could see
The whole of some older birds
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves
One last time
One last time
To feed
-----VARIATIONS:
"Warming up both their souls"
"Warming up all our souls"
"Along came a breeze"
The lyrics above were the product of a 1988 rock album release by the Athens, GA, prodigy of lead guitarist, Michael Houser, a band called Widespread Panic. The lyrics, though almost 20 years ago, seem to reflect the scenario of America today. Though our farmers across the nation and their back doors (the lands on which they grow) are left wide open and a mad descent of a new nation crawls across their lands, the summer of "terror" admist the works in the field are still ever looming across this Great Nation. After all, most Americans are "working, breathing heat" and yet "Terror rising out of control" is felt and soon to be seen all across America today in this Life During Wartime.
How did the mantra and title for a rock n' roll band become the theme incorporation for the occupation of the governemnt of our Nation today? The answer is not too complicated, especially when one considers the words of past anti-establishment acts, such as the Grateful Dead, who eulogized the current actions of this administration with their commentary on the Nixon White House during their time:
U.S. Blues
Lyrics, Artist(Band): Grateful Dead
Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck.Check my pulse, it don't change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am;
Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
Back to back chicken shack.
Son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose?
You can call this song, the United States Blues.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
The album pictured in the middle of these lyrics is presented once again and to incite the reader to consider and ponder, "what is the name of this picture?" The answer:
Blues For Allah