By Gary Sohmers, 2017 copyright, All Rights Reserved
Chapter Six – Stand And Fight
And it appears now, as impulse explains, we seem to have a volatile situation with a group of antagonistic beasties controlling easily manipulated human beings. Sure they all have brains, plus the internet giving them more information about reality than ever before in Earth’s history, yet they choose to embrace what would be considered an irrational reality to any human with said basic understanding. I would believe that to be true whether it was alien thought or impulse, or just my own observation.
It was further explained to me that the beasties hate, fear, greed and narcissism control a minority of humans in general to a large part, but those that they control are very forceful to get their way embracing the fine evolutionary art of the bully, crafted by humans over thousands of years for survival and control of the tribe’s weaklings. Especially when aggregated so they can hide in a crowd.
Many of these citizens being led astray, have underlying goodness, and impulse informs me that if their internal triggers can be switched to a new operating belief system overriding their falsely frightened subconscious, they may be able to tame their bad beasties. And that music may be the path.
Having listened to Voice’s entire new album numerous times, the show setlist taped to the floor showed it was being performed in the exact same order, so I knew what song was next.
The band was making the audience feel comfortable nodding to music in a key and rhythm that appeals to them. If the music was safe enough for them, maybe the message will get through to them.
Voice takes the front of the stage and tries to persuade them to think differently singing, “You can tell by the tone of my voice, life is giving you a multiple choice,” Voice sang in a twang that even the vilest trolls would savor.
“I can read what I want into anything, Is it real, or am I just imagining, Could it be reality or fantasy, Just make it critical or flattering” conveying his underlying message that anyone can believe anything they want about language, emotions or imaginary beasties.
“Cut me to pieces or build me like a wall, I wanna know how you feel I give you my all, Doesn’t really matter if I wrong or I’m right, I just wanna know if I should run, or Stand and Fight” sings Voice with such emphasis that it immediately seemed to ring true to the citizens pumping their fists right next to the punks pumping their fists and the hippies pumping their peace signs.
The citizens hears Voice singing and assume he’s encouraging them to fight for DT and the punks hear it to mean to fight against DT. “Stand and fight, stand and fight,” the chorus lyrics proclaim, sung strongly by Voice and the band. “Like Tarzan for his Jane protects her paradise. Stand and fight, stand and fight, like a king for his queen protects her paradise.”
I saunter to the beat across to the opposite side of the stage where Terra dances alone by the easels. I join her as we enjoy each other’s company for a few moments while watching the mass of humans and beasties frolicking. Voice has everyone in the audience unified in the music and the song, although as individual groups for multiple different reasons and purposes, they are divided up by the beasties that controlled, isolated or unified them.
Voice moves to where Terra and I are dancing, puts himself between us and dances her to the front of the stage. Singing in his down-home, twangy style of traditional country music, he conveys his human courtship wishes towards her “I can tell by the sparkle in your eyes, that subconsciously you’re trying to entice me” followed by “I hope the girl in you is ready to be a woman, cuz the boy in me is ready to be a man.”
Not only as a vocalist, but also as a man of words, eloquently eliciting profoundities that capture the human element and spirit giving it definition in poetry and song, this is attractive to Terra. She smiles as he sings to her. I can clearly see beasties of love and hope appearing around Voice and Terra as they dance together.
In the final chorus, Voice reiterates his message of choice to believe what you want and filter the false with his lyrics, “I can read what I want into anything, Is it real, or am I just imagining, could it be reality or fantasy, just make it critical or flattering” hoping the simple meaning would help evoke change in people’s minds and actions.
But he was singing to people, not to the beasties who now appear to be in more control of their humans. “Cut me to pieces or build me like a wall, I wanna know how you feel I give you my all, Doesn’t really matter if I wrong or I’m right, I just wanna know if I should run, or Stand and Fight” he sings to the masses as if laying himself on the chopping block for change to convey his willingness to be vulnerable.
Everyone on stage and in the audience is now singing along as the voices rise to match the sound of the instruments booming through the loudspeakers. “Stand and fight, stand and fight,” Voice sings again his mating call, “Like Tarzan for his Jane protects her paradise.” Booming again comes the crowd “Stand and fight, stand and fight,” and Voice answers with his commitment to Terra “like a king for his queen protects her paradise.”
Voice with his words “Stand And Fight,” written about protecting earth from destruction, humanity and civility from extinction, seems to have many of the audience members completely misunderstanding the meaning, and instead have incited several irrational beasties with their people towards physical violence. The unification was again fragmented.
Maybe the universal consciousness thing that Voice attempted was above his, or my, pay grade, but from where he was standing it seemed more interesting to continue to go with the flow which was really flowing now. The musical appeal apparently did not work to soothe the savage beasties to the dismay of Voice and Terra.
Their message misunderstood, leading the factions of beasties to stand and fight each other, not stand up for a proper cause for a rational reason, but because they all felt their way was the only way.
Impulse was very concerned that humans might be losing the fight they so desperately wanted to have because they did not know their enemy.
They were completely controlled by their beasties.