It didn’t come to last. It’s come to pass.
And so it goes. Like the ebb and flow of the tide, the rise and set of the sun, the in and out of your breath, so goes fortune. Sometimes you’re up. Sometimes down. Sometimes you’re working and sometimes you’re not. Sometimes things happen and sometimes nothing does.
What good is sitting alone in your room. Come hear the music play. Life is a Caberet, old chum. Come to the Cabaret!
Out wit da Range–
“The economy is growing, productivity is high, trade is up, people are working. It’s not as good as we’d like, but — and to the extent that we find weakness, we’ll move.” –George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., July 15, 2008
And in with the Change: at 12:00 noon on Inauguration Day, January 20, 2009, (according to the Twentieth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution).
“Words do inspire” – Barack Obama, the 44th President of the United States.
This world has lost its glory, let’s start a brand new story now, my love.
Right now, there’ll be no other time and I can show you how, my love.Talk in everlasting words, and dedicate them all to me.
And I will give you all my life, I’m here if you should call to me.
You think that I don’t even mean a single word I say.
It’s only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away. The Bee Gees, 1968
It didn’t come to last. It’s come to pass.
To all the nameless, faceless dead martyrs wasted away in watery graves at the bottom of the Atlantic– It didn’t come to last.
To all the dead martyrs, young ones and old, men and women, black ones and white ones, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, Quakers, Runaways and Strange Fruit, Emmett Till and Jackie Robinson, Martin L King and Malcolm L X– It didn’t come to last.
To all the “quiet heros,” marytrs, born too soon, who didn’t live to see the day come– It didn’t come to last.
The “quiet, unsung, everyday, latter day heros,” thick skinned martyrs still among us today pretending not to hear the coded messages, and snide remarks, ignoring the ever changing, veiled euphemisms that add salt to open wounds– It didn’t come to last.
No, not now. Not tomorrow. Not on January 20, 2009.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret!Liza Minnelli, Cabaret, 1972
On January 20, 2009, take a little time to remember all those who have gone before, all the blood, the tears, the body blows (and bags) and the jeers. All the disappointments and the slights, the perseverance and inalienable rights. Always Remember. Never Forget!
It’s been a long time coming But I know a change is gonna come . Sam Cooke, 1965
It’s come to pass.
