Martyn Brown: My cynical twist on "What a Wonderful World"
It was one of those “glass half-empty” days.
In this case, a too-wee dram of Lagavulin that wasn’t near enough to dull my depression or to spirit me past the day’s dismal dose of unfolding events on the six o’clock news.
COVID-19. The usual suspects all lined up on the firing line: China and Iran front and centre.
Panicked markets imploding.
Trump, Trump and more Trump, looking increasingly like a shoe-in for re-election.
Ongoing blockades. Pipeline politics. Our deluded and incompetent prime minister only making matters worse.
Our economy paralyzed in righteous protest. Our nation reeling from the ills it has invited, still in denial of Indigenous rights and title, of the gravity and urgency of our global climate crisis, and of its own complicity in the existential crimes of this century.
Our planet willfully cooking itself to death. Our sick world getting sicker. Mostly, from viral fear, hate, anger, and intolerance of all it knows is coming but feels powerless to stop or change—and of those it holds responsible.
Choose your poison. We know who they are, as long as they are not us.
At least, I do. And in my mind, the soundtrack of our times is cynicism.
Last night it was a new twist on an old Louis Armstrong classic, written by Bob Thiele (as "George Douglas") and George David Weiss.
That’s the great thing about songs: we can play them as we wish in our own heads and rearrange their words and meaning to bend them to our moods.
It’s only the melody that really rules. And our wistful will to let them sing to us as they will, hearing what we want to hear and sometimes filling in the blanks to flip their content on its head.
Opposites attract, it’s true. In rhyming verse no less than in discordant life, they ever dance to the same tunes, "Across the Universe".
Today, another pesky earworm crawled into my brain and rewrote itself.
A poet, I sure ain’t, but by my second dram, better judgment went out the window and I felt obliged to share it. Cheers.
"What A Wonderful World"
I see trees of green
Oceans of dread
Deserts of apathy
Darkness ahead
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue
Seas of despair
Progressive inertia
Awash in hot air
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colours of avarice
Too white to deny
Vacuums of leadership
So much to decry
I see tribes shaking heads
Saying, "What can we do?"
They're all really saying
"Goddamn you"
I see lies cast as truth
Wrongs held as right
“Woke” ordered entropy
Our dark profane light
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I hear rich babies cry
I watch their fear grow
They'll never fathom
The pain they'll never know
And I think to myself—fuck
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Oh yeah
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