Changes...

I woke early this morning.

I was looking for something to post. Looking through the news, there’s Cuba, Raul, Obama Chavez, Columbia, Oil. So many things in flux. So many variables. So many changes, I was thinking. And yet the circumstances surrounding my homeland, don’t seem to ever change…

Oh yeah
Mm
Still dont know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought Id got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But Ive never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
Im much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Dont want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I cant trace time

I did a post about change, over at Babalu. Everybody wants a change down there. Everybody wants a piece of the change so that they can get some change-in their pockets. Never mind the Cuban people, the Cuban children, three generations of which have grown up to see their dreams sacrificed on the altar of Fidel’s tropical Marxist tyranny. And now, others are invited to join in on the humiliation of a people…

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations

They’re quite aware of what they’re going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Dont tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you cant trace time

I never ever thought that it would last this long as I was looking back at Varadero’s fading coastline from my National Airlines Boeing 727 flight’s window all those years ago. Every year, I get older and the possibility of seeing freedom return in my lifetime gets smaller…..

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah changes are taking the pace I’m going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now youre gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I cant trace time
I said that time may change me
But I cant trace time