Every day I bristled as the well-dressed commuters clung to their briefcases and stepped over the sleeping bodies of the homeless as if they were dog turds. I didn’t (and still don’t) understand how a society could allow homelessness to exist. More than any other social phenomenon, I found homelessness disturbing and inexplicable. The song spoke to me because my life in San Francisco had put me in frequent contact with the homeless, many of whom were laughing at the moon, the stars or figments of their imaginations. In one single moment will brush away their fears. Will have whiskey and dry ginger, served from a silver spoon.Īnd the phonies and the copouts, the lonelies and the weird You can be my lover, I will be your friendĪnd the drunkard in the gutter who’s laughing at the moon When the war is over, we can be kind again, However, there was one track on this album ( Roll On, Ruby) that always grabbed my attention, a song called “When the War Is Over.” I found their sound a bit too cheerful for my tastes and thought their bright harmonies a bit over the top (one of the main reasons I don’t care for Queen). Every now and then my parents would play some records by the group Lindisfarne, a British folk-rock group who were very popular with the Brits in the early 1970’s.
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