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Poi Dog Pondering “Bury Me Deep” A lifetime of accomplishments of which the dirt knows none, only in death can one truly return Return the carrots, the apples and potatoes, The chickens, the cows, the fish and tomatoes. In one glorious swoop, let the deed be done and bury me deep so that I can be one... And all around my muscle and all around my bone, don't incinerate me or seal me from the dirt which bore me, the bed that which from the rain falls upon and the fruit comes from For the dirt is a blanket, no fiery tomb, No punishment, reward, or pearly white room And you who say that in death we will pay, The dead they can't hear a word that you say Your words are not kind, sober or giving, they only put fear in the hearts of the living So put away your tongues and roll up your sleeves, and pick up your shovel and bury me deep. |
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Thursday, November 10, 2011
Quarter 2: Week 2
The following song is called "Bury me Deep" by Poi Dog Pondering. It is a great example of transendentalist beliefs. Review what it means to be a transcendentalist. Then copy and paste his chart into a new post and explain the meaning of the lyrics and how they show transcendentalist beliefs.
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Poi Dog Pondering
“Bury Me Deep”
A lifetime of accomplishments of which the dirt knows none,
only in death can one truly return
Return the carrots, the apples and potatoes,
The chickens, the cows, the fish and tomatoes.
In one glorious swoop, let the deed be done
and bury me deep so that I can be one...
And all around my muscle and all around my bone,
don't incinerate me or seal me from
the dirt which bore me, the bed that which from
the rain falls upon and the fruit comes from
For the dirt is a blanket, no fiery tomb,
No punishment, reward, or pearly white room
And you who say that in death we will pay,
The dead they can't hear a word that you say
Your words are not kind, sober or giving,
they only put fear in the hearts of the living
So put away your tongues and roll up your sleeves,
and pick up your shovel and bury me deep.
I think this shows transcendentalist beliefs by saying how they used to live and what they are working for. like all the food they tell us about. also they are pretty much saying they cant say anything so you might as well " bury me"