Gerrry
Atlas cedars are huge, gorgeous conifers native to North Africa. Blue Atlas
Cedars are what George called Weeping Atlas Cedars. The branches do sort of
droop. They're considered exotic.
I can only assume that George has some in Friar Park, and that he used them in
the lyric of Beware of Darkness for the imagery. Captivating, no? :-)
Here's a website with information and a photo that can be enlarged:
http://www.treehelp.com/trees/cedar/cedrus-atlantica.asp
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"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping
for that which has been your delight." --Kahlil Gibran
It don't mean a thing. It just sounded kool, that's all.
Why does every word that the boys ever said have to 'mean' something
to people like you, anyway?
IBen G.
Why not?
Is it true what they say about people like *you*?
Are you really blissful?
You wouldn't know blissful if it mailbombed you, asshole.
They're trees. They're not "Atlas Cedars" that are crying. The full name of
the tree is "Weeping Atlas Cedar." They just want to grow. Unfortunately, I
have no idea what the line means. Sounds good, though.
> It don't mean a thing. It just sounded kool, that's all.
> Why does every word that the boys ever said have to 'mean' something
> to people like you, anyway?
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> IBen G.
People like me??? I didn't realise an innocent question was so revealing
about me - damn!
Cool. I didn't know that. You've given me a good excuse to dig out the photo
books.
>> Is it true what they say about people like *you*?
>> Are you really blissful?
>You wouldn't know blissful if it mailbombed you, asshole.
If a cedar fell on you would you still think it isn't real?
Agreed that it sounds cool.
Not agreed that this particular lyric is meant to be taken at face value. Take
a look at a Blue Atlas Cedar and tell me it's not a vibrant metaphor for for
this dark song that warns us to beware of darkness, sadness, greedy leaders.
All this, while Weeping Atlas Cedars want only to grow. Reminds me of what
Jesus said: "Consider the lilies, how they *grow*: they neither toil nor
spin." They just ARE.
Much food for thought here.
"It's nice when people like [our music], but when they start
'appreciating' it, getting great deep things out of it, making a thing
of it, then it's a lot of shit. It proves what we always thought about
most sorts of so-called art. It's all a lot of shit. We hated all the
shit they wrote about Beethoven and ballet, all kidding themselves
that it was important. Now it's happening to us. None of it is
important. It just takes a few people to get going, and they con
themselves into thinking it's important. It all becomes a big con.
"We're a con as well. We know we're conning them, because we know
people want to be conned. They give us the freedom to con them. Let's
stick that in there, we say, that'll start them puzzling. I'm sure all
artist do it, when they realize it's a con. I bet Picasso sticks
things in. I'll bet he's been laughing his balls off for the last
eight years".
John Lennon. 1968 (source: The Beatles-- The Authorized Biography--
page 284, Chapter: The Beatles and their Music--) by Hunter Davis.
Sorry to pop your bubble there, Cheech (or is it Chong?).
IBen G.
Cut them all down. Turn them into pencils.
It's a fairly common comparison: between the trials and woes of the
mind and the permanence of nature. George has similar ideas in
"Within You (mind), Without You (nature)" and elsewhere I guess.
George especially was writing messages for people to think about and
dwell upon:
Art of Dying. All Things Must Pass. Run of the Mill. Living In a
Material World.
Sue Me Sue You Blues. What Is Life. Apple Scruffs. My Sweet Lord.
All real songs about real things he wanted people to ruminate on.
He also wrote other songs that were more nonsensical, no message, just
nice sounds. Let It Roll. Miss O Dell. etc. etc.
Your blanket declaration is meaningless as it only describes a part of
what they were about. When in their careers we're talking about is also
counted.
'Weeping Atlas Cedars, they just want to grow'. Even in their grief
they still just want to be left alone to flourish.
Not all that hard.
"And so dear friends who just HAVE TO carry on... The dream is OVER."
YOU'LL just have to carry on.
Geez.
They're trees! See:
http://www.arhomeandgarden.org/plantoftheweek/articles/Blue_Atlas_Cedar.asp
No, Chaz. I leave that TOTALLY to you and your warped ilk. You just
can't face the facts. Admit it. The 60's are OVER. (thank God)
IBen G.
> No, Chaz. I leave that TOTALLY to you and your warped ilk. You just
> can't face the facts. Admit it. The 60's are OVER. (thank God)
Yeah, the 60's sucked.
Thank God we have talented people like Christina Aguilera to carry the torch
for the new millemium.
*cough*
They're trees! See:
http://www.arhomeandgarden.org/plantoftheweek/articles/Blue_Atlas_Cedar.asp
And they exude a resin (weeping) that smells heavenly!
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