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[In order to clean up my abysmal image, i thought i'd post some Louis Armstrong. Have a really perky day, my fellow travellers on Spaceship Earth.
"...It moved me, Bob." --Larry]
I see trees of green,
Red roses too.
I see 'em bloom
For me and for you
And I think to myself:
"What a wonderful world."
I see skies of blue,
Clouds of white;
Bright blessed days,
Dark sacred nights
And I think to myself:
"What a wonderful world."
The colors of a rainbow--
So pretty in the sky--
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands
Sayin', "How do you do?"
They're really sayin', "I love you."
I hear babies cry.
I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more
Than I'll never know,
And I think to myself,"What a wonderful world."
(instrumental break)
The colors of a rainbow--
So pretty in the sky--
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands
Sayin', "How do you do?"
They're really sayin', "I love you."
I hear babies cry.
I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more
Than I'll never know,
And I think to myself, "What a wonderful world."
Yes I think to myself, "What a wonderful world."
"...It moved me, Bob." --Larry]
I see trees of green,
Red roses too.
I see 'em bloom
For me and for you
And I think to myself:
"What a wonderful world."
I see skies of blue,
Clouds of white;
Bright blessed days,
Dark sacred nights
And I think to myself:
"What a wonderful world."
The colors of a rainbow--
So pretty in the sky--
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands
Sayin', "How do you do?"
They're really sayin', "I love you."
I hear babies cry.
I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more
Than I'll never know,
And I think to myself,"What a wonderful world."
(instrumental break)
The colors of a rainbow--
So pretty in the sky--
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands
Sayin', "How do you do?"
They're really sayin', "I love you."
I hear babies cry.
I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more
Than I'll never know,
And I think to myself, "What a wonderful world."
Yes I think to myself, "What a wonderful world."
posted by c at 5:47 AM
4 Comments:
Written during the Progressive Age where people were optimistic - Industrial Revolution brought technological advancement, economic prosperity, greater freedom of expression. Coming off the Depression of the 1890s, things looked good. So being a child of the Age, Mr Armstrong sang about the spirit of the Age. This drastically changes with the beginning of the Great Depression in the early 1900s.
So my question is, "Does hapiness depend on outward conditions?" The answer is to be found in the Beattitudes of Matthew 5.
Love the "half full glass" attitude though.
Well, we aim to please.
i'd say yeah, happiness does depend at least partly on outward conditions. This one sagely feller once said, "Optimism to a terminally ill cancer patient or a quadriplegic is about as useless as a 'get well soon' card." Assuming that optimism is different than hope, and is more along the lines of happiness, i'm afraid we're all terminally ill.
Which if you're a Beastie Boys fan is a good thing.
Maybe hope is a kind of super-optimism that doesn't depend on outward conditions. Or else the conditions it depends on are so totally outward that they can't be affected by us.
i'm hoping the glass is fully full. In the meantime, i'll amuse myself by poking fun at the half-full crowd. Real live love to the Katinga Brethren.
I would say Sean is definitely taking a History class now.
:)
Right you are Mr Ward. Knew it would come in handy some day
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