Standing in the Breach


One of the great songwriters of our time just released an album yesterday.  Jackson Browne’s new album is called Standing in the Breach.  And for those of you that just started reading along and have read of my love for Black Flag, it is possible to love Black Flag and Jackson Browne.  Browne is as fearless politically as any punk rock band, and he is a true poet of the complexity of the human heart.  I haven’t heard the album enough to review it yet, but his last album, Time the Conqueror, was one of my favorites in recent years, and many classic songs like For Everyman and The Pretender are never far from my mind.

For Everyman

Everybody I talk to is ready to leave with the light of the morning
They’ve seen the end coming down long enough to believe
That they’ve heard their last warning
Standing alone each has his own ticket in his hand
And as the evening descends I sit thinking ’bout everyman

Seems like I’ve always been looking for some other place to get it together
Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
Maybe find something better
But all my fine dreams well though out schemes to gain the motherland
Have all eventually come down to waiting for everyman

Waiting here for everyman
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Waiting here for everyman
Don’t ask me if he’ll show baby I don’t know

Make it on your own if you think you can
Somewhere later on you’ll have to take a stand
Then you’re going to need a hand

Everybody’s just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
Lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances
Who’ll come along and hold out that strong and gentle father’s hand?
Long ago I heard someone say something ’bout everyman

Waiting here for everyman
Make it on your own, make it if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand

I’m not trying to tell you that I’ve seen the plan
Turn and walk away if you think I am
But don’t think too badly of one who’s left holding sand
He’s just another dreamer, dreaming ’bout everyman

For Everyman by Jackson Browne.  I recently posted one post about Jackson Browne and one about hope.  I always felt that this song was, dare I say it, inspiring.  It was written after many of the 60’s generation started giving up.  I remember during the GWB administration that it felt pretty damn current.  Unfortunately it is still current.  It always will be for it is timeless.