I’ve been followed All along   Moon shadow, Moon shadow   Protected in the Silvery light   Moon shadow, Moon shadow   Skipping along Bards strumming Their song   Moon shadow, Moon shadow   Dancing through the night Till the morning light   Moon shadow,…

And, if I ever lose my heart, I won’t cry And I won’t start And, if I ever lose my heart, Oh, hey, hey, I won’t have to love no more. “Did it take long to find me?” I begged of the Gods of Life….

Why would you celebrate not having to do things? This sounds like a jamboree anthem for a benefits nation, A Nanny state of higher consciousness, A cult of antipathy. Why would you celebrate losing the capacity to do things? Is this a lullaby into passivity?…