The DU Lounge

The Dirty Fucking Hippies Were Right

I just saw awesome MiHale’s video today in your post. Listened and watched and stared at the monitor screen and absorbed the words and moreso intense, profound, sad, all-encompassing images from that period in our lives. We who lived through those troubled times. And came through with holes in our souls, broken hearts and frustrated restless spirits to pick up pieces of our dreams and move on. To keep on truckin' not knuckling under to societal pressures to conform, to make money to make war — but not love. To cheat thy neighbor crave capitalism boast greed is good work our bodies to the bone for peanuts with which to spend spend spend enriching uber-rich aristocrats while our short poor precious lives slip away — one damn day at a time —
Unless, unless we wake up see not the forest for the trees, but focus protest dying chopped down trees in the forest, mourn melting glaciers, rue regrets make amends re-build relationships seek solace in silence unplug the idiot box (remember the mantra Kill Your TV?) read read read exercise the mind the body which will not last forever PUT PEOPLE B4 PROFITS keep cleansing our inner beings resist selfpromoting muckmuckmuckety— muck muddy media keep communication alive uplifting eyes to the sky see, really see the stars stay grounded in goodness.
And maybe we make it. Stay alive.
(see the forest for the trees—“to be unable to get a general understanding of a situation because you are too worried about the details”)

Jackson Browne – I’m Alive (Live From Home)