I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth
Like the Chinese call the country of their birth
We all figure that our homes are set above
Other people than the ones we know and love
In every place with a name
They play the same territorial game
Hiding behind the lines
Sending up warning signs
The whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet we keep looking through
The eyeglass in reverse
Don’t feed the people
But we feed the machines
Can’t really feel
What international means
In different circles, we keep holding our ground
In different circles, we keep spinning round and round
We see so many tribes — overrun and undermined
While their invaders dream of lands they’ve left behind
Better people — better food — and better beer
Why move around the world when Eden was so near?
The bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn’t evil enough
We get the drunken and passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride
They shoot without shame
In the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent
Or the colour of your shirt
Better the pride that resides
In a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides
When a colourful rag is unfurled

Rush – “Territories”.
Caught my ear while cleaning house this morning. Download my skippy AAC. Released on album “Power Windows”, from 1985. More about this song:

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It’s that time at work again, the time they refer to as The Crunch. Ack. It’s good work and I’m learning lots about things I never guessed I’d learn about (good!), but I’m tired as all get out (where’d that expression come from anyway?).
Anyway, just before leaving work, I told Jeff my plan: go home, write a blog entry, and go to bed. In fact, I was already inspired to write; I’d spent the last 20 minutes or so going through the photos on Jim’s blog. Man that guy knows how to take a photo. His latest picture just floors me.
Jeff suggested I post a picture of the “most artististic, most anonymous” CD cover, and try to get people to guess what it was. Great idea. So, I reviewed my CDs, and as it turned out, hardly any of them had anonymous covers, and those which did were really so obscure I could hardly remember what they were myself. So I took a few of the more artistic ones, and ‘shopped their names out. Can you guess what they are?
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