As It Was Said One Hundred And Thirty Years Ago, So Still It Must Be Said

There is no people in the world more self-opinionated without cause, more bigoted without achievements, more boastful without a status, no people in the world so quick to misjudge their countrymen and to misstate historical facts of political economy and to impugn the motives of others.  History does not record a civilized people who have been so contented with so little and who can feed so long on a worthless, buried past.  

Thomas E. Miller, African-American Member of Congress 1889-1891.

Congressional Record, 51st Congress, 2nd session.

Unknown Song

We started out as children until the years got in our eyes. 

We swapped our hearts for manhood and wore that grim disguise. 

There were secrets and confusions about myths we thought were true.

I fell in love with Nancy, she fell in love with you.

So me I took to poetry, the sea of lonely souls.

I cloaked myself in innocence and freed my life from goals.

You cursed my independence, I scoffed your worldly life.

I had barroom girls for lovers, you had boredom for your wife.

So here we sit like strangers and drink our habits down.

Me the bleeding introvert, you the jockstrap clown.

We talk about the old times and force those hollow smiles

Until the whiskey comes between us and eases all the miles.

Until the whiskey comes between us and erases all the miles. 

 

Name of song and songwriter unknown to me.