Lately it would seam the word hero is being bandied around quite liberally, and honestly I don't disagree with who its being showered upon, I mean come on shower the people you love with love and all that, but, it has gotten to me a little, and as I sit, still swimming and marveling in the thing that truly gets you through the repetitiveness of "shelter -in-place" or "#stayhome" , the world of "Magical Mystery Tours" aligning with the "Spiders from Mars", and yes Gustav Holst "Planet Suite" the melancholy mood enhancements, yet sheer transportation thrills of music.
So as my turntable spun the next disc of wonderment and escapism, It got to me a little as I chewed on The Beautiful Souths lyrics by Paul Heaton...
"I've been scruff bag, dirt bag, always someones binbag
But never been bono or sting
However I dressed never really impressed
So they never got to hear a damn thing
I've been bad man sad man certified mad
But never 007 or saint
Trendsetter go getter international jet setter
Are just a few things that I ain't"
Trendsetter, Go getter International jet setter ...
Hmmm, i'm also not a Nurse, Bin Man, Grocery Store Clerk, Farmer, Truck Driver, Scientist, Doctor, NHS worker, Janitor, Food Handler, School Counselor, Bus Driver, Foster Care worker, Non Profit staffer, Nursing Home attendant, Police man, Security Guard, News Reporter, Fireman, Ambulance Driver.......
Is that so wrong?
I sing the song as well for every one of my fellow Americans and well yes all you World denizens out there that are struggling to make life as normal as can be expected.
To those that have joined the unemployment lines, I salute you,
For those in trades such as mine, I salute you, that we have to work twice if not three times as hard to produce less than half of what we used to do, in order to bring home less than half of what we used to, that has to spread round three times more than it used to, are we not ourselves instead of "Holding out for a Hero" as Bonnie Tyler sang, maybe in our own selves The Hero that comes along, as Mariah sang.
We are still searching for that patriarchal or maternal dominance we once used to feel when our families looked up to us as the unwritten hero's we once were.
You know who you are, you're just like me, yes there's time now to play but we mustn't connect, there's now time to talk, but only through screens, there's now time to travel, but that's not allowed, you can go to the beach, but don't dare sit down....
Profit, power and control will one day again resume control, I understand this, its how the world works...but for now then dear Celebrity and Politician, we are not all in the same boat or prison as you like to post, your prisons seam to have swimming pools, and movie theaters, and unlimited time to watch Netflix or play video games, and order from the over inflated delivery companies like Door Dash or Uber eats, blend exquisite cocktails and create Tik Toks...
I fear i may not be a hero, as i don't wear spandex, leap tall buildings, fight crime, or have a butler....
I choose to dedicate this to my fellow newly derogatorily labelled "non essential", personnel.
You, yes you, Retail Store Worker, Teacher, Waitress, Furniture salesperson, Insurance broker, Barman, Personal Trainer, Gym Worker, Gardner, Realtor, Florist, Hairdresser, Spa Worker, Museum Worker, Admin Worker, Disneyland Employee, Movie Theater Worker, Concert Hall Worker, Landscaper, Caterer, Barista, Manufacturer, Cosmetologist......
You are the ones that have been punched in the gut and you keep bouncing back, you never give up and never surrender ( Thanks Winston) it is the realization that like me, you all are Hero's of a different kind, and yes we can be hero's just for one day, or we can claim our blue collar mantel, our work your ass off attitudes and be true "Working Class Hero's"
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be