And all that you do is nothing,
except an empty shoe
Close call between this one and “Crash”.
But I think “Crash” was a little bit too dark. Maybe even a little bit to relatable.
And for this book “Baby Please Don’t Go” was close to losing its spot to this one, but Fuckin’ A, if that one didn’t hit the spot!
Then I thought “Avant Garden” for number 72, such a cool song, but the only garden I have, nothing ever grows… I guess that makes sense
But this one… this one stays for another year. Especially with the reference of a garden that doesn’t grow! Futile desires and dreams. Idealism and ideals that is nothing more than someone else’s predetermined plan.
From a play written in 1905, Steven shows his intellect, and culture to something that most of us today, have never heard of. A sad story of dreams and idealism that is nothing more than a price we pay, for another’s destiny. The realization that our destinies are often predetermined, no matter the course we take to make our own way.
A brief, but haunting and beautiful ballad about a Major in the Salivation Army who wanted nothing more than to prove to herself, and the world, that there is more to her family and herself, as a person with true social sensitivities and graces, beyond the rich and wealthy, beyond her father’s wealthy disposition as an Arms Dealer. The Major’s only purpose was to provide care, and purpose for those less fortunate, while her father’s business was to provide a means to destroy. If you know Steven’s intricate and complex personality traits of contrary, you can assume his reasons for taking on such a theme, as this literary classic.
As her successes gained recognition, and social support, it was only to find out, that after all her hard work and tremendous personal and professional success in making the Salvation Army a credible and viable source, that it was empty. To find that it was her father’s funding from the armament business of the 1st World War, a war that she was staunchly against, because of the destruction of humanity, which was the very ground she stood on. The funding that created the avenue to reach the heights, of what she wanted to rise above, was tainted in her eyes. Her father held the opinion that; If he gives money to the Salvation Army, which offends his daughter, although she does not want to be connected to this “tainted” wealth, that the funding is for good, no matter the source. He argues that poverty is a worse problem than munitions, and claims that what he is doing to help society, by giving his workers jobs and a steady incomes, is more than Major Barbara is doing to help them, by giving them bread and soup… I think we’ve all heard these arguments before.
It’s a story of contrast to the extreme. To the point of “Full Circle”… the
This one has all the makings of a really good song, but when you hear it you can hear why it never made the cut on the first four or five albums. It’s just not put together right. But the song’s message is really good. And perhaps that’s my reason for giving it the number 71 spot. Perhaps it’s because of how I relate to Steven’s complexities and contrarian nature. Not necessarily to argue a point, but rather to feel the other side.
“Does it matter where the donation comes from, as long as it used for good?” As long as it’s not payment for rendered services, or future trade, go ahead and take it from the devil himself, and put it in God’s hands.
How many of us have had, not just a day, not just a month, not just a year, but a lifetime to ponder? To look back and ask ourselves the worth of the effort we gave for the principals believed, only to find the matter of it all was weightless? Whether it be a family business, or just family. Whether it be Corporate principals once believed, or just your personal integrity…
My own father was one who put money before what was truly real. Our off and on relationship over the years, was founded on money, and ended the exact same way. No real details to give at this time, it’s best said that moments of time were purchased, rather than earned. In my adult years, before I really knew better, I would visit my father. Times filled with waste for the most part, looking for something that was never there. Lot’s of “I’m proud of you” moments, but never inquiring about my kids, my family, my life, filling my time with stories of accolades and accomplishments of Step Brother’s children whom I didn’t even know.
He would often tell me, almost in that superficial fatherly advice kind of way; “Mike your hard times in life are what gives you character…” At which I would respond; “Dad, I’ve got all the character I need, I have so much character I could loan it out…. But I’d really rather just have the money at this point. Because from what I’ve seen, if you have the money, you don’t need character…”
I sometimes wonder if he understood my response…
I think in a strange way, Major Barbara might have the same feelings, the same words for her father had the play been written in the 21st Century… Then, maybe that’s just me. The song also tells you to pick your battles wisely. Some you just can’t win.
This is; “Major Barbara”