TEACH YOUR CHILDREN—A REVISION OR A REQUIEM
A while back-who am I kidding it’s more like in a lace far away in a time long ago—there was this great tune about how parents needed to teach children and the reverse. That tune seems somehow relevant here. For if we can teach. Our children a few of the “lessons” in this video then they can teach us why doing so will ensure our peace and joy
The lyrics below the video are not an exact match there will somecxay a Versailles that is, however, I wanted to get this posted in one take of the song on the guitar.
Tomorrow there will be one final post on digital promises and digital. Disaster and then it is time to move forward.
APOLOGIES UNPLUGGED
Ok caveat—I have my share of “digital disasters” and their are folks who I wouldn’t have had high quality contact with unless social media. Existed. However, these great tools require us to have great responsibility. The responsibility is to attempt to be present in the now as often as we can function in that present.
This song serves as a reminder ...not to all of you...but for myself...there needs to be a balance and we each. Can help ourselves and others find and keep it.
Song Lyrics
We’re the generation. Who brought you AOL
Did we open up the world or just the gates of Hell?
The court is still in session it’s too early to tell
But to future generations I want to wish you well
We have robots that are sweepers so you can get rid of your brooms
We have high speed and flat screens in almost every room
Will Nintendo Switch or X-Boxes spell digital doom
Please let us stop before we’re streaming Netflix in the womb
(Repeat
Chorus
We don’t. Need more information and we don’t need it any faster
We are walking on the verge of a digital disaster
We’ve got so much data on so many screens
May our souls find the wisdom to know what all this means
May from time to time we place our gadgets on our shelves
And find a lot of chances to help each other help ourselves
Let our children run a bit outdoors and play ‘round in the dirt
Chase fire flies right after dark for they will not get hurt
A little more reality is. What this world requires
So stop and hear the guitars as they play by camp fires
And if there is a fiddler let them start playing too
If you are old enough open a cold brew
Tell old stories and new jokes till the night is almost through
And take a moment to be quiet and find peace and joy.in you
Chorus
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