Word: lamentable
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...blues in which they are rooted. After an instrumental interlude that is something of a moaning, squawking nightmare, they ask: "Why don't we sing this song all together?" With weird blips and whooshes they describe the loneliness of being 2000 Light Years from Home and lament the computerization of 2000 Man ("'My name is a number, a piece of plastic film"). The prettiest number is She's a Rainbow, a shimmering love song with a Mozartean piano introduction...
...special divine gift. In deploring the "derelict priest," who has scandalized the faithful by leaving the church, the bishops argued that the meaning of the priesthood cannot be made relevant in purely humanistic categories. "It is not the Christian vocation to canonize the human condition as such or to lament over it. It is our vocation to rise above it where it drags us down; to ennoble it by the operation of that Spirit Who continually refreshes the church and renews the face of the earth...
Often, the 36th President called to mind the Duke of Kent's lament for King Lear: "A good man's fortune may grow out at heels." Whether Johnson was a good man to begin with is disputed by many of his critics, but his tribulations were sufficient to deter any man of lesser fortitude or obstinacy. Week by week, his popularity-plummeted, reaching a low of 38% in October, where once he had basked in the approval of 80% of the nation (at year's end, however, Gallup showed him up to 46%). Congress, only recently scorned as a "rubber...
...banshee wail, exuberantly projects the confident sexuality of Baby, I Love You: If you want my lovin'. , . Stretch out your arms, little boy, you're gonna get it, 'Cause I love you. Or it summons the throbbing despair and resignation of Going Down Slow, a lament of oncoming death: Somebody write my father . . . Tell him that early one morning, look for my clothes home. To the gospel sound of Clara Ward she adds the jazz feeling of the late Dinah Washington, lays it over a pounding rhythm-and-blues beat, and seals it with her own gritty...
WOVEN into that poignant ballad of a runaway daughter is her parents' haunting lament: "We gave her everything money could buy." That money can't buy love is one of pop music's hoariest cliches, but the Beatles well know that too many parents have reached that desperate extreme. In a day when the generation gap yawns ever wider, the Beatles get rich by singing that communication has supposedly ceased, that parents and children have become strangers to one another...