Andy Perreault
TDR MEMBER
Do you remember the day when you saw on the news that the Berlin wall came down? I remember pointing out to my nieces as we watched the people celebrating while standing on top of the wall, that they were witnessing history happening right before their eyes. I remember thinking to myself, "They're too young to understand what this is all about. " Like many of you who went to grade school in the 50's and 60's, I remember the "duck and cover" instructions and the scratchy films about what to do in case of a nuclear attack. Remember when there were small signs on buildings that said, "Fallout Shelter"? Remember the monthly air raid siren tests? In SoCal it was at 10 am on the last Friday of the month, if memory serves me right.
As I watched a bit of anniversary footage on the news just now, I thought of a song called "Heresy" by the Canadian band Rush. The lyrics are pretty profound:
All around that dull grey world
From Moscow to Berlin
People storm the barricades
Walls go tumbling in
The counter-revolution
People smiling through their tears
Who can give them back their lives
And all those wasted years?
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
All around that dull grey world
Of ideology
People storm the marketplace
And buy up fantasy
The counter-revolution
At the counter of a store
People buy the things they want
And borrow for a little more
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes I guess we do
All around this great big world
All the crap we had to take
Bombs and basement fallout shelters
All our lives at stake
The bloody revolution
All the warheads in its wake
All the fear and suffering
All a big mistake
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
As I watched a bit of anniversary footage on the news just now, I thought of a song called "Heresy" by the Canadian band Rush. The lyrics are pretty profound:
All around that dull grey world
From Moscow to Berlin
People storm the barricades
Walls go tumbling in
The counter-revolution
People smiling through their tears
Who can give them back their lives
And all those wasted years?
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
All around that dull grey world
Of ideology
People storm the marketplace
And buy up fantasy
The counter-revolution
At the counter of a store
People buy the things they want
And borrow for a little more
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes I guess we do
All around this great big world
All the crap we had to take
Bombs and basement fallout shelters
All our lives at stake
The bloody revolution
All the warheads in its wake
All the fear and suffering
All a big mistake
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?