Over 30 years ago I asked the question in a song I wrote on my brand new (at the time) keyboard. How long can it go on? And even though, now, I can listen to the digital keyboard version of an electric guitar and cringe, the question is more relevant than ever. Because we’re on a ship of fools with a ghost at the wheel.
And, truth be known, the ghost is probably another passenger on the ship of fools.
Fortunately the ship is large. So, there are a few (of us) on board who refuse the “fool” badge. And we don’t buy into the land of law mantra. And we prefer the sunshine on the ship’s deck to the dark corners in the ship’s hull. Yes, there IS sunshine on the ship’s deck despite where it’s headed. And despite who steers the course.
And that sunshine, with its ability to stimulate Vitamin D production, isn’t just great for your skin and your body’s health. It’s crucial for anyone who’d prefer to keep your eyes on the prize.
If none of this makes sense to you, you might be one of those F’s on the SOF.
If it makes total sense to you, hang on. This ship is headed for the Rock (yes, Rock, not rocks). And anyone who isn’t looking out for the Lighthouse might end up ground to powder. All that’s left to wonder, right now, is…
How Long Can It Go On?
There; you can see firsthand
There’s a ship of fools on a sea of sand.
And there; on a tiny blue ball
They got their universe,
And they’re the center of it all…The center of it all
There; it’s a race against time
On a singular quest for the omni-enzyme
There; they can get what they need
But the need turns to want
And the want turns to greed
Yeah, the want turns to greed
Play with toys that they can’t afford
Get some more when they get bored
And the sky grows dark…the sky grows dark
How long can it go on?…repeat 3 times
There; in the land of law
There are those who see and don’t tell what they saw.
And there; where they send their best
The kettle’s brought to a boil
And it’s too much to digest..too much to digest
Play with lives they don’t even know
Head’s above, but their brain’s below
And the sky grows dark..the sky grows dark
(repeat chorus)
Save us from the fools, Jesus, from on high,
Help us help ourselves; don’t let our spirits die
© 1992 Tony Funderburk
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