It may seem that this selection for the Sunday Service is more of a reflection of the current state of things than a song with a literary allusion and all I can say is nobody is gonna "Mother Hubbard, soft soap" me, this late February Sunday morning.
Beatles songs, Van Morrison songs and any number of other well-known artists have been conspicuously absent from early on at the Sunday Service because of copyright issues. I've refrained from the youtube route but have decided to deviate in this instance because I just needed to hear this one.
To balance out the karma, from the other end of things (with a tip of the hat to Mr. Clark from Beyond the Pale) here's a little something to warm the heart (Doc Cheatham - Someday You'll Be Sorry):
And this one's for John, again in the interest of balance - as angry as he could be, compassion, too, was a strong suit:
And one for John's Mom, done by son Sean, which recalls in the lyrics, a little something by Issa (haiku at bottom of linked post):
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speaking truth
the rainy season's crack
of thunder
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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