THERE’S NOTHING AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW

Wed, 02 Aug 2006 05:17:58

I’m too pooped to blog in any detail after our very successful 3 neighborhood group Night Out Against Crime party on Napoleon Avenue. Two bloggers showed up: Ray and Becky. And Ray got the rock star treatment from my friends and devoted readers Julie and Anne. I don’t remember if Becky met them. The heat numbs my brain; not to mention beer. I do recall that Becky brought some Abita…

Anyway I missed FUBAR Fest Round 2 but I’m sure the reviews will be rollin’ in soon. I did have to keep telling my neighbors that the much ballyhooed pot of money is looking more and more like a chimera. There’s no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow but everyone wants a happy ending. Hell I do too but I know too much about the process to be optimistic. All the questions about the planning process brought to mind one of Richard Thompson’s most sardonic songs “The End Of the Rainbow.” RT concludes that there’s “nothing at the end of the rainbow.” I’m inclined to agree.  Here are the complete lyrics; consider it Brit folk rock noir.

I feel for you you little horror
Safe at your mother’s breast
No lucky break for you around the corner
‘Cos your father is a bully
And he thinks that you’re a pest
And your sister she’s no better than a whore

Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but I’ll be a friend I’ll tell you what’s in store
There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There’s nothing to grow up for anymore

Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you
And throw you on the side
And all because they love themselves sincerely
And the man holds a bread-knife
Up to your throat is four feet wide
And he’s anxious just to show you what it’s for

Your mother works so hard to make you happy
But take a look outside the nursery door
There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There’s nothing to grow up for anymore

All the sad and empty faces
That pass you on the street
All running in their sleep all in a dream
Every loving handshake
Is just another man to beat
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core

Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but I’ll be a friend I’ll tell you what’s in store
There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow

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