Turn The Page


On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out as one long song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours
And there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding
You just wish the trip was through


The haunting words and lyrics in the song Turn the Page1 give an instant sense of the road's long journey, conveying the sense of a journey that just continues methodically as the strength and endurance required to go on becomes a focus on just completing each day.

Life is like that sometimes, giving us more than enough to focus on so that the only way we can continue is to deal with what is immediately ahead of us and reflect only on that which was immediately encountered on our journey...


Well, you walk into a restaurant
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode

Most times you can't hear 'em talk
Other times you can
Oh, the same old clichés
Is that a woman or a man
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand.


The sense of feeling outcast or beset-upon, of being outnumbered in an environment that seems hostile and capable of turning ugly in a heartbeat when you're out of your usual element, is no stranger to most people. It brings with it a general sense of malaise that can often only be assuaged by the comfort of another or by finding a safe haven where one can reflect and feel secure once more. The vague unease when one is in unfamiliar surroundings -- the unclaimed territories of the soul which surge and throng in response to the unease of the body and mind -- often result in a desire to return to the places and times where we are once again in full control of our destinies, even if that means only doing the methodical, repetitious tasks that we can throw ourselves into and wholly envelope with our body, mind and soul.

Such limited focus and living in and for the now, eking out a day-to-day existence against the exhaustion that instantly threatens to overwhelm when we step outside our comfort zones, appears to have permeated the undercoating of much of life in the US today. People moving from place to place, task to task, often unwilling or unable to look at the national and international picture without risking a sense of powerlessness, striving to turn each daily page and begin the next day without losing control.

It's possible that things are changing now.

Many more people are coming alive and becoming rejuvenated by the thoughts of new hopes and promise as we, as a nation, surge forward to the new election season and promise of change from the general divisiveness and politics of greed, hatred and slow-churning bile that has sunk deeply into the nation's spirit.

The politics of hope, when supported by action and -- more importantly -- projected en masse by the people, can do more for the efficacious restoral of a nation than simply inspire. Such politics can unite and evoke real change.

The pages upon which history is written must turn, as inevitably as the sun will rise, until the journey is completed. If we can break out of our individual, unintentional myopia and act in concert to invoke the change we want in our lives and within our nation, we may yet find the pages we have left to fill calling out to us with more excitement and perhaps even a sense of wonder.

What a rush.2

...and on ~that~ note...


Nothing can survive in a vacuum
No one can exists all alone
We pretend things only happen to strangers
We've all got problems of our own
It's enough to learn to share our pleasures
We can't soothe pain with sympathy
All that we can do is be reminded
We shake our heads at the tragedy

Every day we're standing in a time capsule
Racing down a river from the past
Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel
Facing down the future coming fast

Looking at the long range forecast
Catching all the names in the news
Checking out the state of the nation
Learning the environmental blues
Truth is after all a moving target
Hairs to split, and pieces that don't fit
How can anybody be enlightened?
Truth is after all so poorly lit...


Happy Sunday, folks.



  1. From the Wikipedia page:


    "Turn the Page" is a song written and recorded by Bob Seger.

    The song was originally released by Seger in 1973 on his Back in '72 album. Seger's original version never made the charts, but an evocative live performance on his 1975 Live Bullet album became a mainstay of album-oriented rock radio stations, and still gets significant airplay to this day on classic rock stations. He revealed at his concert in Milwaukee, Wisconsin during his 2006 tour that he had written the song in a hotel room in Eau Claire, Wisconsin.

    "Turn the Page" is about the emotional and social ups and downs of a rock musician's life on the road, against a slow tempo and a mournful saxophone part. It is generally considered one of the best of many such songs, on a par with Jackson Browne's "Load Out/Stay" and Journey's "Faithfully".[citation needed]

    It's a song that certainly seems to call out to something deep within our souls.

  2. Full lyrics to Turn the Page by Rush.
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It reminds me of the little kitty Sweety P that Missy Woo had adopted years ago...they've both crossed the Rainbow Bridge now (tho Missy apparently still escapes and visits us), but they were quite the pair.