David Henley was struggling to come to terms with a lost fling. I’m struggling to come to terms with the devil’s bargain. Hensley wanted to get his girl back, I want to lose the smog. I dream of the bombers turning into butterflies.
We can be cogs in something turning. We are stardust. We are golden.
I can’t listen to this song without ugly weeping about the human condition. We’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
I feel that. But as role model Don Henley once said also, “don’t look back, you can never go back.”
What follows is perhaps the most 90s performance ever: https://youtu.be/kNBQU3sFyu8
David Henley was struggling to come to terms with a lost fling. I’m struggling to come to terms with the devil’s bargain. Hensley wanted to get his girl back, I want to lose the smog. I dream of the bombers turning into butterflies.
We can be cogs in something turning. We are stardust. We are golden.
Beautiful.
In the immortal words of Robin Pecknold,
If I had an orchard, I’d work til I was sore
May I point you to “The Greatest Show on Earth” from Nightwish? Inspired by Dawkins’ book.