I didn't realize how the section in blue would apply to today...especially with the
Global Warming Deniers who are mostly financed by Big Oil.
Take a look and see what you think . . .
The Garden Of Allah lyrics - Don Henley
It was pretty big year for fashion
a lousy year for rock and roll
The people gave their blessing to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective soul
and I was somewhere out on Riverside by the
El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well
He said now that I have your attention
I got something I wanna say
You may not wanna hear it, I'm gonna tell it to
you anyway
You know I've always like you boy
Cause you were not afraid of me
Things are gonna get mighty rough here in
Gomorrah-by-the-Sea
I said it's just like home
It's so damn hot I can't stand it
My fine seersucker suit is all soaking wet
And the hills are burning
and the wind is raging
and the clock strikes midnight
in the Garden of Allah
In the Garden of Allah
Nice car
Ah, I love those Bavarians
so meticulous. Why
I remember when things were a lot
more fun around here
When good was good and evil was evil
Before things got so . . . fuzzy
I was once a golden boy like you
I was summoned to the halls of power
in the heavenly courts
I dined with the deities who looked upon
me with favor,
for my talents, my creativity
and we sat beneath the palms
in the warm afternoons and drank the wine
With Fitzgerald and Huxley and they pawned
the biting phrase from the tongues hot with blood
and drained their pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded especially for the ones who had come
with great
expectations to the perfumed halls of Allah,
for their time in the sun
And we were stokin' the fires and oilin'
up the machinery
Until the Gods found out we had ideas of our own
And war was coming and the Earth was shaking
and there was no more ruin in the Garden of Allah
Today I made an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness because I say I am
And I said gentlemen, and I use that world loosely
I will testify for you,
I'm a gun for hire,I'm a saint, I'm a liar
Because there are no facts, there is no truth
Just data to be manipulated
I can get you any result you like
What's it worth to you?
Because there is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at night
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution
Just people selling t-shirts
Just opportunity to participate
in this pathetic little
circus and winning, winning, winning
It was pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
and the land of opportunity
spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
This year notoriety got all confused with fame
and the devil is downhearted babe, cause
there's nothing left for him to claim
He said it's just like home
It's so low-down I can't stand it
I guess my work around here has all been done
And the fruit is rotten, the serpent's eyes shine
as he wraps around the vine,
in the Garden of Allah
BTW: In case you didn't pick up on it,
"The Garden Of Allah"
is a metaphor for the Garden of Eden
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