Mother is Going to Melt Your Ice

Mother is Going to Melt Your Ice

Good Day to all fine people, Song Track: Mother is Going to Melt Your Ice I suppose I'll begin the introduction to this sad song by using an old cliche here: I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist. My new year's resolution every year from now on: I'm going to
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Good Day to all fine people,

Song Track: Mother is Going to Melt Your Ice

I suppose I'll begin the introduction to this sad song by using an
old cliche here: I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist. My new year's
resolution every year from now on: I'm going to make the best of my
life and do things that respect the lives and beliefs of others,
respect and enhance our beautiful mother earth, and do things that
naturally have respect for my own self and my own well being.
Writing country blues songs and love songs certainly can rank in
all three of these categories as long as it causes people to stop
and reflect in a positive and constructive way. This has always
been my intention for writing songs.

This is a blues / country song to add to the "Declassified" album
project. This is sort of a late addendum to resonate the theme in
Al Gore's film, "An Inconvenient Truth". I can certainly remember
winter when there were 20 foot snow banks along the road where I
live; today only half a foot if any. I can remember talking about
all of the environmental issues, such as acid rain and greenhouse
gas, when I was in grade school, thirty years ago. Somewhere along
the line I decided to join the popular consumer culture and ignore
all of these messages and simply become a sleeping, dreaming
skeptic like everyone else: in this life's dream everything is just
wonderful no matter what we choose to do. The lessons about
impending doom that were conveyed were obviously lost in the
interpretation of what life's dream is. I find myself at a loss to
tell you today what my dreams are beyond enjoying companionship
with a happy, healthy family and friends. I write songs to try and
work out the answer to this difficult yet seemingly simple
question.

This is a blunt declassification for you today: our life's dream is
approaching a cataclysmic nightmare. The green revolution and
evolution itself will not come about in calm, happy transitions but
rather cataclysmic changes of nature and free will that leave no
choice in the matter but to change. Successful form with harmonious
sense of survival carries on and survives.

I am neither an anarchist nor pessimist but rather make these
observations based on the irreversible and unstoppable nature of
change itself. Successful life form on every scale becomes stubborn
in a sheltered trough of calm and serene. This becomes the sense of
balance and survival. This is survival inertia. Collectively we
become extensions of single calorie burning organisms and impact
nature as a collective, external consciousness that devours the
amount of energy required for the new and larger hungry life form
satisfying a larger survival inertia. The energy required to
sustain the new collective life form is a quantum jump beyond what
is required to sustain the sum of the individuals that make it up,
this is the concept and physical manifestation of quantum
consciousness. A successful star in the cosmos will devour more
mass until finally it dies and is reborn into the next larger form
and then eventually, a black hole. The propensity to consume and
collect and the idea of "survival inertia" is not limited only to
human nature and form but is a fabric of the universe.

There is great hope however because, most importantly and perhaps
most profoundly, the sense of survival and way of survival is
something that is communicated. Mother earth is communicating to
us, a requirement for a new paradigm of the collective sense of
survival. This is my interpretation for you in case you've missed
the message:

Mother is Going to Melt Your Ice (Lyrics)

The fields are burning.
We've poisoned air.
Nature is turning
a war on this terror.

Hey hey!
Mother is going to melt your ice.

The east is yearning
for western fare.
Dollars churning
for plastic wares.

Hey hey!
Mother is going to melt your ice.

How green is your lawn?
How far does your tank of gas go?
When we reach the desert island,
won't matter any more.



(C)opyright 2007, Peter J Slack, SOCAN

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