No matter what you’ve lost, Rise Again

heartdiagram1I don’t know anything about being on the ocean.

But I try to listen when stories are told about forces of nature that overtake man’s best-laid plans. Coping with disasters, natural and man-made, has been an interest of mine for some time.

Franchising comes on you like a hurricane. It disrupts all relationships, your self-identity, causes such pain and casts you out onto a dung pile. it did it to me and I can tell you, others seem to share my experiences.

But in the midst of it all, there are messages out there calling you to take care and to take heart.

  • Springsteen: Gettin’ beat and then playin’ again,‘Till their strength gives out or their heart gives in, Now who’s the man who thinks he can decide, Whose dreams will live and whose shall be pushed aside, Has he ever walked down these streets at night, And looked into the eyes of…None baby but the brave
  • Dylan: Statues made of match sticks, Crumble into one another, My love winks, she does not bother, She knows too much to argue or to judge.
  • Harrison: I don’t know why nobody told you, how to unfold your love, I don’t know how someone controlled you, they bought and sold you
  • Petty: Baby we ain’t the first, I’m sure a lot of other lover’s been burned, Right now this seems real to you, But it’s one of those things, You gotta feel to be true
  • Cohen: And everybody knows that you’re in trouble, Everybody knows what you’ve been through, From the bloody cross on top of calvary, To the beach of malibu, Everybody knows it’s coming apart, Take one last look at this sacred heart, Before it blows, And everybody knows

One form is through music. You should listen to Stan Rogers as much as you can. If you think this is good, his ballads will kill the part of you that is hardening.

And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

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The Mary Ellen Carter, Stan Rogers

She went down last October in a pouring driving rain.
The skipper, he’d been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain.
Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow,
And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low.
There were just five of us aboard her when she finally was awash.
We’d worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost.
And the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again.

Well, the owners wrote her off; not a nickel would they spend.
She gave twenty years of service, boys, then met her sorry end.
But insurance paid the loss to them, they let her rest below.
Then they laughed at us and said we had to go.
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock,
For she’s worth a quarter million, afloat and at the dock.
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

All spring, now, we’ve been with her on a barge lent by a friend.
Three dives a day in hard hat suit and twice I’ve had the bends.
Thank God it’s only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or I’d never have the strength to go below.
But we’ve patched her rents, stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down.
Put cables to her, ‘fore and aft and girded her around.
Tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain.
And watch the Mary Ellen Carter Rise Again.

Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

For we couldn’t leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale.
She’d saved our lives so many times, living through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave
They won’t be laughing in another day. . .
And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

Rise again, rise again – though your heart it be broken
And life about to end
No matter what you’ve lost, be it a home, a love, a friend.
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

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3 Responses to No matter what you’ve lost, Rise Again

  1. Carol Cross says:

    Thanks, Les Stewart! Music for the spirit gives us the courage to know that “sufficient unto the day is the evil there of” and like the sun, we must rise again! Rise Again!

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  2. jdege says:

    That’s “girded her around”, not “birded her around”.

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  3. Les Stewart says:

    Thanks for the catch. Amazing…. Les

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