Where Did All the Questions Go?

November 10, 2015

Pikangikum_SadGirl50-07/24/01-A sad young girl plays by herself on a dusty road in Pikangikum. Pikangikum First Nations is located in Ontario, 300km north west of Winnipeg, and also has the highest suicide rate in the world. (BERNARD WEIL/TORONTO STAR) DIGITAL IMAGE BERNARD WEIL/TORONTO STAR/CP

Pikangikum-A sad young girl plays by herself on a dusty road in Pikangikum. Pikangikum First Nations is located in Ontario, 300km north west of Winnipeg, and also has the highest suicide rate in the world. (BERNARD WEIL/TORONTO STAR) DIGITAL

It’s all in the mind…and sometimes it escapes the mind and moves into the collective consciousness. Usually not. But the true artist is a visionary and accepts reality with grace and humility.

The other night I watched a film by the name of Searching For Sugar Man. An Academy Award winning film about a man with a very rich soul. An artist unrecognized by the masses. Except for a few places like South Africa and Australia. In South Africa, they heard his words and identified with them. He was as popular as an artist can get. On the same level as Elvis or The Beatles. In most of the rest of the world he was simply another man. Unknown. But to this day he has remained true to his convictions. And is a true artist. He’s something to be.

Perhaps Sugar man is the answer.

The resurrection of Rodriguez’s career has caused pain, grief and lawsuits. The human condition. Follow the money trail and you’ll find the real lost souls.

“Street Boy” Sixto Rodriguez re-released in 2009
post by Vale Story

Street boy
You’ve been out too long
Street boy
Ain’t you got enough sense to go home
Street boy
You’re gonna end up alone
You need some love and understanding
Not that dead-end life you’re planning
Street boy

You go home but you can’t stay
Because something’s always pulling you away
Your fast hellos and quick goodbyes
You’re just a street boy
With the streetlights in your eyes
You better get yourself together
Look for something better

Street boy
You’ve been out too long
Street boy
Ain’t you got enough sense to go home
Street boy
You’re gonna end up alone
You need some love and understanding
Not that dead-end life you’re planning
Street boy

Your sister says that every week
You just come home to eat and go to sleep
And you make plans you never keep
Because your mind is always in the streets
You better get yourself together
Look for something better

Street boy
You’ve been out too long
Street boy
Ain’t you got enough sense to go home
Street boy
You’re gonna end up alone
You need some love and understanding
Not that dead-end life you’re planning
Street boy

There’s one last word then I’ll conclude
Before you pick up and put on your attitude
Bet you’ll never find or ever meet
Any street boy who’s ever beat the streets

Street boy
Street boy
Street boy
Street boy
Street boy
Street boy

Sweet boy

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