There’s always Mom / Es gibt immer Mama / Sempre há Mamãe / Siempre hay Mamá

When Tao is lost, there is goodness. When goodness is lost, there is kindness. When kindness is lost, there is justice. When justice is lost, there is ritual. Now ritual is the husk of faith and Loyalty, the beginning of confusion. – Fourth sentence of Chapter 38 of the Tao Te Ching

O Superman is a 1981 song by performance artist and musician Laurie Anderson. She got the idea after seeing the aria ‘Ô Souverain, ô juge, ô père’ (O Sovereign, O Judge, O Father) from Jules Massenet’s 1885 opera ‘Le Cid’ performed in concert by African-American tenor Charles Holland, whose career was hampered for decades by racism in the classical music world.

Cause when Love is gone, there’s always justice / And when justice is gone, there’s always force / And when force is gone, there’s always Mom

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.

Hi. I’m not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don’t know me,
but I know you.
And I’ve got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They’re American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.

‘Cause when love is gone, there’s always justice.
And when justive is gone, there’s always force.
And when force is gone, there’s always Mom. Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.

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