The Joke

Music has been like oxygen for my soul over my entire life. It moves me, it nurtures me, it inspires me, it heals me. Yesterday I heard a song that did all of those things for me. It’s by an artist I love, Brandi Carlile. It’s called “ The Joke”. After I finished sobbing, I found an interview with her, where she talked about the lyrics, and why she felt compelled to write this song. She spoke of the things happening in the country right now, the bullying, the discrimination, the shattered dreams of little girls after the election, the bias against immigrants, refusing them sanctuary. It was a powerful interview. The lyrics came from her heart. They certainly touched mine. Here they are.

“ You’re feeling nervous, aren’t you, boy?                                                                                                                 With your quiet voice and impeccable style.

Don’t ever let them steal your joy.                                                                                                                                And your gentle ways, to keep ‘em from running wild.

They can kick dirt in your face                                                                                                                                   Dress you down, and tell you that your place is in the middle, when they hate the way you shine.                           I see you tugging on your shirt, trying to hide inside of it and hide how much it hurts.

Let ‘em laugh while they can, let ‘em spin, let ‘em scatter in the wind.                                                                      I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends.                                                                                                       And the joke’s on them.

You get discouraged, don’t you, girl?                                                                                                                         It’s your brother’s world for a little longer.

We gotta dance with the devil on a river, to beat the stream.                                                                                     Call it living the dream, call it kicking the ladder.

They come to kick dirt in your face,                                                                                                                           To call you weak and then displace you

After carrying your baby on your back across the desert.                                                                                            I saw your eyes behind your hair, and you’re looking tired, but you don’t look scared.

Let ‘em laugh while they can, let ‘em spin, let ‘em scatter in the wind                                                                     I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends.                                                                                                       And the joke’s on them.

Let ‘em laugh while they can, let ‘em spin, let ‘em scatter in the wind.                                                                        I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends.                                                                                                       And the joke’s on them. “

Actually, the joke is on them. In spite of their greed, their hunger for power, the cover-ups, lies, abuse, discrimination, religious fanaticism, misogyny, more than ever before we are coming together, standing up for each other, the planet, marching, forming movements. We see children mobilizing, protesting gun laws that are causing this country to have the highest death rate from guns in the world. Women are refusing to accept abuse and harassment as a fact of life, coming forward, no longer silent, fierce and fearless. We are demanding equal pay, equal rights, and equal opportunities.

The joke is on them, because their treachery is being uncovered. Trump has become a laughingstock around the world, his name a punchline and a synonym for idiocy. No one outruns the Karma police. Those that live from cruelty and sadism always come to a bad end. Look at history.

To those of us who choose to live from love, in spite of experiencing sexual abuse, domestic violence, bullying, racism, misogyny, or discrimination, own your strength, your honor, your courage, and compassion. You are amazing. You are a miracle.

The joke’s on the dark ones, because they have only made us stronger, and more determined to prevail. Even those they have been able to kill, live on, their teachings inspiring generations, while the offenders fade into nothingness, a footnote in history.

We stand together, one heart, rising up, invincible. They can’t stop us. Nothing stops love. Nothing stops compassion and mercy. The light always triumphs over darkness. May this song uplift your spirit as it has mine. I send love to all souls who have survived these trials, and to those experiencing these things now, we are with you. Thank you to Brandi Carlile, Philip John Hanseroth, Timothy J. Hanseroth, and David W. Jr Cobb for this incredible  anthem.

The official video of this song is on YouTube. It’s worth watching. Blessings, Judith