| 3.4-6 My Second Day in Puerto Rico Thursday Morning until Friday Morning March 21st - 22nd, 1991 |
I took out my portable CD player and put Tracy Chapman on and I began to walk out
toward the ocean as her album began to play. Her first song went as follows:
Suddenly it hit me like a crystal forming out of clear liquid. It appeared to me that
she was singing about the revolution that I now felt would be possible from the
statement I had written in my red travel book earlier this morning in Buena Vista. If,
as I was trying to tell my logical friends, I or anybody could indeed form an infinite
number of companies, and if each one of those companies could indeed hire an
infinite number of persons, and if each person could indeed be paid an infinite
amount of money, then we truly would have a revolution in this world. The poor
could indeed rise up and take what's theirs. Tracy was singing a song of a vision of
the future. I felt she must have known it or sensed its coming somehow.
With a puff of wind it began to rain heavily and I sang along with Tracy as I walked
along the golf course heading out to the sea. I could envision a large concert being
held right here at Palmas del Mar on this very golf course. How beautiful the concert
would be. How beautiful the world would be when man could finally be free.
But concerts, ideas, and revolutions aside, I was dog tired. I turned around and
headed back to the van, passing the night watchman without notice.
I climbed into the van and suddenly I realized, "This van is a far better place to sleep
than any room I would have paid several hundreds of dollars for at Palmas del Mar."
I cuddled myself up into the back bench-seat and fell fast asleep.
toward the ocean as her album began to play. Her first song went as follows:
- Don't you know, talkin’ about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper.
Don't you know, talkin’ about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper.
While they’re standing in the welfare lines,
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation.
Wasting time in the unemployment lines,
Sitting around waiting for a promotion.
Don't you know, talkin’ about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper.
Poor people gonna rise up, get their share.
Poor people gonna rise up, take what's theirs...
Suddenly it hit me like a crystal forming out of clear liquid. It appeared to me that
she was singing about the revolution that I now felt would be possible from the
statement I had written in my red travel book earlier this morning in Buena Vista. If,
as I was trying to tell my logical friends, I or anybody could indeed form an infinite
number of companies, and if each one of those companies could indeed hire an
infinite number of persons, and if each person could indeed be paid an infinite
amount of money, then we truly would have a revolution in this world. The poor
could indeed rise up and take what's theirs. Tracy was singing a song of a vision of
the future. I felt she must have known it or sensed its coming somehow.
With a puff of wind it began to rain heavily and I sang along with Tracy as I walked
along the golf course heading out to the sea. I could envision a large concert being
held right here at Palmas del Mar on this very golf course. How beautiful the concert
would be. How beautiful the world would be when man could finally be free.
But concerts, ideas, and revolutions aside, I was dog tired. I turned around and
headed back to the van, passing the night watchman without notice.
I climbed into the van and suddenly I realized, "This van is a far better place to sleep
than any room I would have paid several hundreds of dollars for at Palmas del Mar."
I cuddled myself up into the back bench-seat and fell fast asleep.
World Turned Upside Down
Music -
Talkin' about a Revolution
by Tracy Chapman
Talkin' about a Revolution
by Tracy Chapman