Again, from "Across The Borderline".
Song called Heartland.
"There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland, and the bankers are taking my home and my land from me, there's a big achin' hole in my chest now where my heart was, and a hole in the sky where God used to be."
Wicked, wicked words. They sum up the ultimate in despair.
Your heart is broken, your soul is terminally ill, and you cannot even believe in a deity to offer you hope.
When you get to that place you are lost. Severed from anything that makes you feel alive. Your humanity has been beaten down and you feel like empty flesh walking through a meaningless life.
That is what the world does to you.
You don't have to lose your home and your land. Just go to work every day. Deal with the hypocrisy and lies your employer dishes out; deal with the pettiness of co-workers, drift farther away every day from any dream you ever had.
I don't know who drew up the blueprint for life. You want to think it evolved "naturally" or that some god set it up with a purpose to be understood at the end.
It is more likely that the moneyed elite control our destinies and always have. Their cash shields them from having to actually feel.
"There's a young boy closin' his eyes tonight in a heartland, who will wake up a man with some land and a loan he can't pay, his American dream fell apart at the seams."
Over and over again. This is what being human is. Struggling against all odds to take a stab at dignity and falling short generation after generation.
The chorus goes: "My Amercian dream fell apart at the seams, you tell me what it means, you tell me what it means, my American dream fell apart at the seams, you tell me what it means."
Willie wrote it, he and Bob Dylan sing it together. The perfect duo for a song like this.
In "Fistful of Rain" Warren Zevon wrote: "You can dream the American Dream, but you sleep with the lights on and wake up with a scream."
Choose your words, choose your artist, it doesn't matter.
If you look at life realistically, if you can avoid the phony optimism that results in obedience, you are forced to wonder what the hell it is all about.
It is hard and getting harder.