"We fight the fire While we're feeding the flames"
Every time we talk to someone with the intention of getting them to change their minds and align their way of thinking to our own instead of listening to understand and find common ground we are doing nothing but adding fuel to that fire of division. While there will always be some people you just can't reach, I like to think we have way more in common than what separates us.
For the life of me, I'm trying to figure out why we only bought one ticket - which also means I'm the only one that went. But that's all irrelevant relative to the weight of this song as it relates to American history happening tomorrow (Remember, Remember the 5th of November) 2024.
Election Day.
This is off the album Hold Your Fire released in 1987; 37 years ago...
Lyrics say it all.
Second Nature Music by Lee and Lifeson / Lyrics by Peart
A memo to a higher office Open letter to the powers that be To a god, a king, a head of state A captain of industry To the movers and the shakers Can't everybody see?
It ought to be a second nature I mean the places where we live Let's talk about this sensibly We're not insensitive
I know progress has no patience But something's got to give
I know you're different You know I'm the same We're both too busy To be taking the blame
I'd like some changes But you don't have the time We can't go on thinking It's a victimless crime.
No one is blameless But we're all without shame
We fight the fire While we're feeding the flames
Folks have got to make choices And choices got to have voices Folks are basically decent Conventional wisdom would say Well we read about the exceptions In the papers everyday
It ought to be second nature At least that's what I feel Now I lay me down in dreamland I know perfect's not for real I thought we might get closer But I'm ready to make a deal
Today is different And tomorrow the same It's hard to take the world The way that it came
Too many rapids Keep us sweeping along Too many captains Keep on steering us wrong
It's hard to take the heat It's hard to lay blame To fight the fire While we're feeding the flames
It ought to be a second nature At least that's what I feel Now I lay me down in dreamland I know perfect's not for real
I thought we might get closer...
Rest In Peace, Neil Peart - 09/12/1952 - 01/07/2020
Ghost of a Chance 