Lives in the Balance

Hi all.

Back from our place at Tahoe with my daughter and her family, and then some more time with them down here at home in Alameda -- love those grand kids!!! They flew back to Seattle on Saturday, so now I have some time to blog again.

I was out walking my dog today, listening to my MP3 player on "shuffle" when what to my wondering ears should appear, but Jackson Browne singing "Lives in the Balance." I was truly stunned by just how relevant and powerful the song is today, even though Jackson wrote it in 1986. Here are the lyrics, but do yourself a favor and try to find it in your music collection or online and listen to it as performed by Jackson and his always-fine musicians.

I've been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you've seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And there's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can't take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can't even say the names

They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they're never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire