And the lyrics weren't dumb. They meant something. And they related to an intense time of my life, when I had just returned to "the world" from a combat zone. Imagine going out in the hot sun looking for people who want to kill you, every day for a year. What kind of music would work for that?
For me, it was this. "We have got to get ourselves back to the garden..."
Bob, thanks for the link!
Post by Dennis E. Coates, Ph.D., Copyright 2011. Building Personal Strength .