The world has grown weary, and lately I have been feeling weary about the world.
A song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 sprang to mind this morning. My lifelong friend Lasse introduced me to this band at about the time the song came out – way back in 1994. Lasse and I and our friend Derrick went to see them at the Starfish Room in Vancouver when they were touring on the associated album, “Strangers from the Universe”. I love seeing bands in smaller venues, and TFUL282 (as they are more concisely known) were very thoughtful and interesting, jarring in some ways but they managed to tickle both the cerebrum and funny bone.
Obviously Mark Davies had some sober thoughts about the state of the world 28 years ago. I can only imagine what he thinks today. Maybe he was worried about CFCs, in which case he will be pleased that the Antarctic ozone hole just healed over for the first time in decades. Chin up, buddy!
As the year starts, I am trying to find a sense of optimism and hope in the midst of panicked realism. I am working to find the joy in each day and make a positive contribution, while not obsessing about larger forces beyond my direct control. Wish me luck…
Anyways, here is the song and you can hear it on YouTube. The simple instrumentation reminds me of the National Film Board productions of my Canadian childhood. Cue the rattlecrank of the old school projector and the bright flicker on the screen in the classroom.
By Mark Davies, Performed by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 on “Strangers from the Universe”
If the sadness of life makes you tired
And the failures of man make you sigh
You can look to the time soon arriving
When this noble experiment winds down and calls it a day
Time has come now to stop being human
Time to find a new creature to be
Be a fish or a weed or a sparrow
For the earth has grown tired and all of your time has expired
All the gardens are sprouting with flowers
All the treetops are bursting with birds
And the people all know that it’s over
They lay down all their airs and they hang up their tiresome words