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The Painless Way

A song by Paul Hall.  

It was written in Brisbane, Australia in 1986.  In this song, I warn about contemporary civilization's preoccupation with illusion and situations of make-believe and indulgence in a false sense of security.  Here I communicate my outrage at the tragedy of those societies that, for such reasons as mercantile control or collective parental unconcern, have removed their people's ability to cope with harsh realities by constantly enshrouding them, from childhood up, in illusion and fantasy leaving whole populations with the inability to deal with real problems life will throw at them.

Copyright by Paul Hall, 1987. 

MP3 at 16 KPS,  228 seconds over a 28.8 modem.

 

The energies of restlessness

they argued back and forth.

And some spoke of intolerable.

And some spoke of their dearth.

But most wore but a uniform

of forgetfulness and spurn

where folk go to oblivion

and never to return.

 

Tell me,

why did you bring up

your children

along your painless way,

When you KNEW they'd be

all unprepared when life

will have full sway?

Oh, they will not forget

your false kindness

was only 

revenge and hate

when they go 

on the endless paths

and return --

and return --

return but all too late.

 

The mindless, tragic blunder

of what seems to be good

is useless in a future

where folk misunderstood

that the only preparation

was to take things 

day by day

thus, beyond death's dungeon,

the mindless pass away.

 

Tell me,

why did you bring up

your children

along your painless way,

When you KNEW they'd be

all unprepared when life

will have full sway?

Oh, they will not forget

your false kindness

was only 

revenge and hate

when they go 

on the endless paths

and return --

and return --

return but all too late.

 

 



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