Walmart, Grey Skies, and a Street Corner Symphony

Slate grey Victorian skies
Come Back to Camden by Morrissey

I found myself buying pants at Walmart today for a funeral, on a day where the sky resembled the above quote.  Luckily it struck me as funny, instead of morose.  I am convinced if there is a God, that He has a strange sense of humor.  If you are afraid of death, and want to fear it less, spend some time walking around Walmart looking at the lost souls in that place.  Walmart is the endgame of the American dream.  It is where we got everything we ever wanted, for a low low price, and all we had to give up in return was our culture and a living wage.  I try not to shop there, but am low on cash myself and didn’t have a lot of time to play around with.  If you live long enough, there are times in life when being a hypocrite is the only option.

Life isn’t all dust and bones and skeleton smiles.  Earlier today I was walking my dog and The Persuasions Medley: He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother / You’ve Got a Friend came on my ipod.  The clouds parted and pure joy reigned down.  The Persuasions are an a capella soul group.  Their masterpiece is probably the album Street Corner Symphony.  Here is the song:

The album’s title is perfect.  They create an entire world of sweet soul music with nothing but the human voice.  How can you be down when something like this is out there?

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there

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