As long as I remember myself I had the intense sensation of discovery. I have the feeling that I just understood some fundamental rule that changes everything and it’s impossible to imagine life without this understanding. Even now I feel that recently I had some understandings that drastically change the entire “picture”. The only problem is that in this light the past views seem naïve and inconsequential and since the discoveries fortunately come with the steady perpetuity, there is the constant invalidation of the earlier discoveries. But the rush never ends.
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Crimson Tide was the name of the winning Alabama U, football team. So Donald Fagen invented an equally ridiculous name for the loosing team he identified with – Deacon Blues. The superstar son of a Jewish accountant from NJ.
This is the day
Of the expanding man
That shape is my shade
There where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers
Wild gamblers
That’s all in the past
You call me a fool
You say it’s a crazy scheme
This one’s for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I’ll make it this time
I’m ready to cross that fine line
I’ll learn to work the saxophone
I’ll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues
My back to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love
With those of my kind
Libations
Sensations
That stagger the mind
I crawl like a viper
Through these suburban streets
Make love to these women
Languid and bittersweet
I’ll rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I’ll make it my home sweet home
This is the night
Of the expanding the man
I take one last drag
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I’ll be what I want to be