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Posted by Pericles, Tuesday, 11 August 2009 4:18:46 PM
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Surely you mean Louis Roederer, Pericles?
In which case Manolo's or Blunnies? Posted by Fractelle, Tuesday, 11 August 2009 4:56:22 PM
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That's the man.
>>Surely you mean Louis Roederer, Pericles?<< Apologies, I was being unnecessarily formal >>In which case Manolo's or Blunnies?<< Bring both, we'll see how the evening unfolds... Posted by Pericles, Wednesday, 12 August 2009 9:02:32 AM
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CJ:”I think that this is a pretty straightforward Cohen song - it's an optimistic plea that the USA has to lead the world to true democracy (i.e. 'rule by the people' as opposed to the flawed versions that currently exist) by overcoming its own gross inequalities and internal hatreds, tinged by the irony that the world's foremost "democracy" is from that ideal in practice.”
So really he’s being sarcastic? But it’s the references to “dock on the bay”, “Sermon on the Mount”, “heart of Chevrolet” that I don’t get. It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly real, or it's real, but it ain't exactly there. From the wars against disorder, from the sirens night and day, from the fires of the homeless, from the ashes of the gay: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming through a crack in the wall; on a visionary flood of alcohol; from the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount which I don't pretend to understand at all. It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay, from the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet; from the homicidal bitchin' that goes down in every kitchen to determine who will serve and who will eat. From the wells of disappointment where the women kneel to pray for the grace of God in the desert here and the desert far away: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. Love love love this new one…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5d-8hxLMOcg Posted by The Pied Piper, Wednesday, 12 August 2009 9:52:48 AM
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Pericles
Of course "Monsieur", how very gauche of me. Now I am intrigued, I believe in choices especially as disparate as Manolo's and Blunnies. Posted by Fractelle, Wednesday, 12 August 2009 10:07:04 AM
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Piper
I think that 'ironic' works better than sarcastic in the world of Cohen. "Dock on the Bay" is probably a reference to Otis Redding's "sittin on the dock of the bay" " Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come Watching the ships roll in And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time I left my home in Georgia Headed for the 'Frisco bay 'Cause I've had nothing to live for And look like nothin's gonna come my way So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time Look like nothing's gonna change Everything still remains the same I can't do what ten people tell me to do So I guess I'll remain the same, yes Sittin' here resting my bones And this loneliness won't leave me alone It's two thousand miles I roamed Just to make this dock my home Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time (whistle) " which, to me, is a song about ennui. "heart of Chevrolet" - America's past dominance of car industry, production line. "sermon on the mount" - so many Americans love to quote Jesus, but don't actually act on his words; conundrum. This is just my interpretation - CJ and others may well see it differently - such is the power of the poet. Posted by Fractelle, Wednesday, 12 August 2009 10:19:47 AM
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>>...I'm told I look cute even in gum-boots.<<
Fractelle, I'm upping the offer of G&T on the terrace to a gently chilled bottle of M. Roederer's finest...