Song Out of My Head
posted by February 22 at 13:01 PMon
Lines floating in my head recently:
“Why is the bedroom so cold?” (Joy Division)
One of the saddest questions in the English language.
“Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box. Religion is the smile on a dog.” (Edie Brickell)
3000 years of thought and speculation is reduced to the smile on a dog. And dogs don’t even smile. Why do people hate philosophy so much? Why do people hate God so much? Another song puts God in the back of a bus. Yet another song puts God in the situation of a man who underperforms (“God, sometimes you just don’t come through”). When will pop give Western philosophy and theology the respect it deserves?
“I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold.” (Jim Reeves)
The man who sang these words, Reeves, died because he thought he was flying up but was in fact flying down. His small plane was turned upside down by a sudden storm. He saw the world all wrong. Heaven and hell were playing tricks on him. He pulled up and flew into the ground.
“What more can I say?” (Audio Two)
The last sentence in Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus: “What we cannot speak of we must pass over in silence.”