Ron Erickson
08-06-2005, 03:55 PM
I haven't had a regular source of income for several years, so I have mostly
left the experience of shopping malls and consumerism behind. Still, on the
rare event that I go to shop, I feel like an outsider - an outsider to
people who practically live in shopping malls, and an outsider to people
rushing to attend to families and the daily pilgrimage in automobiles to
their source of consumer sustenance - their jobs in corporate palaces. I've
never owned a car, and I've become an outsider to the culture of the
"consumerist orgy", the perceived necessity for constant consumption and
constant income and of pacifism. This is life and a lifestyle within an
illusion presented as a multimedia feast to the senses, through all forms of
media, but it seems there is, spiritually, little more than a void inside.
I often feel most alone when I'm in a crowd - like I'm invisible. When I am
physically alone, I can feel isolated - especially when I can imagine deeply
connecting with another person. At least I can feel something inside - a
reminder that I can still have feelings. Sometimes, I actually feel
strangely connected when I'm "alone". I like to ride my bicycle at night -
to places where no one goes - to a park, a ravine, or a path by the lake -
so that I can hear the sounds that are usually hidden by city traffic noises
during the day. These create images in my mind of living spaces, of
connection and even of light. Chances are that if I met someone in this
setting, it would likely be a man who is looking for a brief "physical
encounter". (Well, I suppose everything has its place...) Regardless of
what we experience through our senses, we need to try to connect all of our
living moments with our passion within.
Below are some more Hawkwind lyrics. These also create, for me, images of
light and dark, thoughtfulness and passion.
Hawkwind lyrics for "Mirror of Illusion" (from the first album "Hawkwind",
1970)
In the cold grey-mask of morning I cry out
But no-one feels the sound that I shout
and you don't see me through the tears you've shed
and the dream-world that you've found
Will one day drag you down
The mirror of illusion reflects the smile
The world from your back door seems so wide
The house, so tiny it is from inside
A box that you're still living in
I cannot see for why
You think you've found perception's doors
They open to a lie
Hawkwind lyrics for "Magnu" (from the album "Warrior on the Edge of Time",
1975)
Magnu horse with golden mane
I want your help yet once again
Walk not the Earth but fly through space
As lightning flash or thunder's race
Swift as the arrow from the bow
Come to me so that no one can know,
Sunbeams are my shafts to kill,
All men who dare imagine ill
Deceit that fears the light of day
Fly from the glory of my ray
Good minds open and take new light
Until we diminish by the reign of night
A burning brand was seen to fall,
It lit the darkness of the hall
The flying hoof beats circling in,
Come to me and let us spin
Sunbeams are my shafts to kill,
All men who dare imagine ill
Deceit that fears the light of day
Fly from the glory of my ray
Good minds open and take new light
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Hawkwind lyrics for "You Know You're Only Dreaming" (from the album "In
Search of Space", 1971)
One more touch and then you'll see a world of hidden mystery,
Visions of you know you're only dreaming
Colours change, I stand upright
Screaming souls in the night
Visions of you know you're only dreaming
Chaos all within my mind
Wanna live with my kind
Visions of you know you're only dreaming.
Hawkwind lyrics for "Standing at the Edge" (from the album "Warrior on the
Edge of Time", 1975)
We're standing on the edge
The edge of time
And it is dark, so dark on the edge of time
And we're tired of making love
We are the lost
We are the ravaged
We are the unkind
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
And we're tired of making love
Where are our children
Where are our fathers
Where is our desire
And it's so cold on the edge of time
Where is our joy
Where is our hope
Where is our fire
And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time
We are the lost
We are the forgotten
We are the undying
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
The victims of thousands of psychic wars
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
The victims of the savage truth
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
And we're tired of making love
Ron
left the experience of shopping malls and consumerism behind. Still, on the
rare event that I go to shop, I feel like an outsider - an outsider to
people who practically live in shopping malls, and an outsider to people
rushing to attend to families and the daily pilgrimage in automobiles to
their source of consumer sustenance - their jobs in corporate palaces. I've
never owned a car, and I've become an outsider to the culture of the
"consumerist orgy", the perceived necessity for constant consumption and
constant income and of pacifism. This is life and a lifestyle within an
illusion presented as a multimedia feast to the senses, through all forms of
media, but it seems there is, spiritually, little more than a void inside.
I often feel most alone when I'm in a crowd - like I'm invisible. When I am
physically alone, I can feel isolated - especially when I can imagine deeply
connecting with another person. At least I can feel something inside - a
reminder that I can still have feelings. Sometimes, I actually feel
strangely connected when I'm "alone". I like to ride my bicycle at night -
to places where no one goes - to a park, a ravine, or a path by the lake -
so that I can hear the sounds that are usually hidden by city traffic noises
during the day. These create images in my mind of living spaces, of
connection and even of light. Chances are that if I met someone in this
setting, it would likely be a man who is looking for a brief "physical
encounter". (Well, I suppose everything has its place...) Regardless of
what we experience through our senses, we need to try to connect all of our
living moments with our passion within.
Below are some more Hawkwind lyrics. These also create, for me, images of
light and dark, thoughtfulness and passion.
Hawkwind lyrics for "Mirror of Illusion" (from the first album "Hawkwind",
1970)
In the cold grey-mask of morning I cry out
But no-one feels the sound that I shout
and you don't see me through the tears you've shed
and the dream-world that you've found
Will one day drag you down
The mirror of illusion reflects the smile
The world from your back door seems so wide
The house, so tiny it is from inside
A box that you're still living in
I cannot see for why
You think you've found perception's doors
They open to a lie
Hawkwind lyrics for "Magnu" (from the album "Warrior on the Edge of Time",
1975)
Magnu horse with golden mane
I want your help yet once again
Walk not the Earth but fly through space
As lightning flash or thunder's race
Swift as the arrow from the bow
Come to me so that no one can know,
Sunbeams are my shafts to kill,
All men who dare imagine ill
Deceit that fears the light of day
Fly from the glory of my ray
Good minds open and take new light
Until we diminish by the reign of night
A burning brand was seen to fall,
It lit the darkness of the hall
The flying hoof beats circling in,
Come to me and let us spin
Sunbeams are my shafts to kill,
All men who dare imagine ill
Deceit that fears the light of day
Fly from the glory of my ray
Good minds open and take new light
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Hawkwind lyrics for "You Know You're Only Dreaming" (from the album "In
Search of Space", 1971)
One more touch and then you'll see a world of hidden mystery,
Visions of you know you're only dreaming
Colours change, I stand upright
Screaming souls in the night
Visions of you know you're only dreaming
Chaos all within my mind
Wanna live with my kind
Visions of you know you're only dreaming.
Hawkwind lyrics for "Standing at the Edge" (from the album "Warrior on the
Edge of Time", 1975)
We're standing on the edge
The edge of time
And it is dark, so dark on the edge of time
And we're tired of making love
We are the lost
We are the ravaged
We are the unkind
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
And we're tired of making love
Where are our children
Where are our fathers
Where is our desire
And it's so cold on the edge of time
Where is our joy
Where is our hope
Where is our fire
And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time
We are the lost
We are the forgotten
We are the undying
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
The victims of thousands of psychic wars
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
The victims of the savage truth
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
And we're tired of making love
Ron