Reduaram
09-01-2005, 11:47 PM
Greetings Everyone:
Your neighbors up here in Canada are acutely aware of the severe crisis unfolding in the South and our hearts are with you. I can't watch the TV anymore because the news stations are starting to run out of real stuff to talk about so now it's time for them to wander into hyperbole.
As a bit of a diversion I would like to introduce this minor predicament that the people of Ottawa, Ontario (Canada's capital city) are facing in the light of the tragedy in the American South. The two rock radio stations out there have opted to ban a very popular song from the airwaves by a very popular Canadian band that many of you might have heard of, The Tragically Hip. The song is titled "New Orleans is Sinking" and was released in 1989.
Personally, I never really felt too strongly about the tune one way or another - pretty middle-of -the road. I just don't understand what the wisdom is behind arbitrarily banning it just like that. It really seems like more of an insult than anything else. Instead, how about getting some of the necessities of life to people in their darkest hour instead of being politically (fascist) correct? Maybe I'm just a callous bastard, I don't know. Here's the lyrics, or the link where you can read them http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tragicallyhip/neworleansissinking.html (in case there are legal issues with reprinting them here). Other people's opinions on this issue would be of great interest to me.
Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete
Under skies all smokey blue-green
I can't forsake a dixie dead-shake
So we danced the sidewalk clean
My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking man and I don't wanna swim
Colonel Tom, What's wrong? What's going on?
You can't tie yourself up for a deal
He said, "Hey north you're south shut your big mouth,
You gotta do what you feel is real"
Ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs
My baby, she don't know me when I'm thinking bout those years
Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire
Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire
Picking out the highlights of the scenery
Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me
I had my hands in the river
My feet back up on the banks
Looked up to the lord above
And said, "Hey man thanks"
Sometimes I fell so good, I gotta scream
She said Gordie baby I know exactly what you mean
She said, she said, I swear to god she said...
My memory is muddy what's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking man and I don't wanna swim
Your neighbors up here in Canada are acutely aware of the severe crisis unfolding in the South and our hearts are with you. I can't watch the TV anymore because the news stations are starting to run out of real stuff to talk about so now it's time for them to wander into hyperbole.
As a bit of a diversion I would like to introduce this minor predicament that the people of Ottawa, Ontario (Canada's capital city) are facing in the light of the tragedy in the American South. The two rock radio stations out there have opted to ban a very popular song from the airwaves by a very popular Canadian band that many of you might have heard of, The Tragically Hip. The song is titled "New Orleans is Sinking" and was released in 1989.
Personally, I never really felt too strongly about the tune one way or another - pretty middle-of -the road. I just don't understand what the wisdom is behind arbitrarily banning it just like that. It really seems like more of an insult than anything else. Instead, how about getting some of the necessities of life to people in their darkest hour instead of being politically (fascist) correct? Maybe I'm just a callous bastard, I don't know. Here's the lyrics, or the link where you can read them http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tragicallyhip/neworleansissinking.html (in case there are legal issues with reprinting them here). Other people's opinions on this issue would be of great interest to me.
Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete
Under skies all smokey blue-green
I can't forsake a dixie dead-shake
So we danced the sidewalk clean
My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking man and I don't wanna swim
Colonel Tom, What's wrong? What's going on?
You can't tie yourself up for a deal
He said, "Hey north you're south shut your big mouth,
You gotta do what you feel is real"
Ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs
My baby, she don't know me when I'm thinking bout those years
Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire
Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire
Picking out the highlights of the scenery
Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me
I had my hands in the river
My feet back up on the banks
Looked up to the lord above
And said, "Hey man thanks"
Sometimes I fell so good, I gotta scream
She said Gordie baby I know exactly what you mean
She said, she said, I swear to god she said...
My memory is muddy what's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking man and I don't wanna swim