Pete Molinari
&
Miranda Lee Richards
From ANDRAS JONES: PETE MOLINARI is a pretty cool cat, and a deep thinker too. Here on Radio8Ball as an invited guest of MIRANDA LEE RICHARDS Pete asks a question about fate and happenstance. I don’t know about that but there are a couple of acts of either that accompany this posting. First of all, tonight’s the big album release show at Zebulon for Amy Raasch‘s new album “Girls Get Cold”. Miranda’s also going to be on the bill. Who knows? Pete might even be there if he isn’t in the studio working on his own tracks. It has also come to my attention that in a previous post Miranda was erroneously listed as “Richardson” as opposed to Richards which, of course, is her name. While I cannot mitigate this mistake with synchronicity I would like to point out that my father’s name was Richard, and I am Richard’s son, so let’s just say that half way into this episode Miranda has become a mirror reflecting back both my ashes and my seeds. Happenstance? Fate? You decide.
ASHES and SEEDS
Oh, Mother it bothers me
This march with complacency
Oh, Father, have you heard about it all?
I didn’t make these problems
But by them I’m burdened
We inherit the Earth with what contingency?
While history repeats and repeats
In the matrix that has come to be
And the flowers grow from the ashes and the seeds
That were planted long before you or me
Will it make me feel better?
To sign angry letters
Endless causes arising from the spring
If I want to help start with myself
Some subjects I should never dwell
How do I keep from falling in the well?
While history repeats and repeats
In the matrix that has come to be
And the flowers grow from the ashes and the seeds
That were planted long before you and me
What about non-violence
Is that still in fashion?
Is awareness the magic bullet that we seek?
Human beings have always been afraid Of the end of the world; that they need to be saved
Some things will never ever change
While history repeats and repeats
In the matrix that has come to be
And the flowers grow from the ashes and the seeds
That were planted long before you or me
