Tuesday, October 11, 2011

White Stripes -- "I Can't Wait" (2001)

So many times I've gotten used to this
This old idea of being all alone
Tell me how I'm supposed to get through with this
I wish this house felt like a home
Who do you think you're messing with, girl?
Who do you think you're trying to fool?

Cape Cod is a mysterious place -- a place full of paradoxes and conundrums as well as fried-clam shacks and miniature golf courses.  

Ever since the Stone Age, man has been making monuments or other structures by piling stones on one another.  (Why do you think they called it the STONE AGE, bud?)

These structures have many names.  For example, "cairn" is the term used in most English-speaking countries to denote a man-made pile of stones.  Cairns are often used as directional markers on trails, but may also have ceremonial, astronomical, or other uses.  

Big-ass dolmen
"Dolmen" comes from a Breton term meaning "stone table" and is used to describe a structure that consists of three or more upright stones supporting a horizontal capstone.  (Breton is a Celtic language spoken in Brittany, the large peninsula in northwest France that is one of that country's 27 administrative regions.)

Archaeologists don't know who erected the oldest dolmens, but believe that most dolmens are tombs. 

Here are some cairns that I discovered on the beach one day.  Their location makes it obvious that they were not built for the purpose of marking a trail, so why were they built?

Here's a closer look at one of these ancient cairns:

It is also unclear who built these cairns, or when they were built.  Thousands of years ago?  Tens of thousands of years ago?  Or -- since I don't remember seeing them last summer -- only a few months ago?

I could be wrong, but I suspect they were erected for use in some sort of fertility rite held in conjunction with the syzygy that produces the highest of high tides -- a lurid bacchanalia in which the men and women who participate break free from the bounds of propriety and give themselves over to orgiastic frenzies.

Assuming my theory is correct, I have only one question: how do I get my name on the mailing list?

Here are two other ancient structures I discovered while mountain biking.  One of the figures appears to be a male fertility god:

The other is a dolmen that looks like it has something to do with a female goddess:

(You may disagree with my interpretations and conclude that I have a warped mind and a lurid imagination.  It is true that the school psychologist once told my mother that "your boy has more problems than a 9th-grade math textbook," but I say the hell with that old quack and all his narrow-minded colleagues.)

Finally, take a gander at this photo (which I took while mountain biking on the Trail of Tears in Barnstable):

"I hope you like jammin', too"
You may know that the original Ethiopian flag -- one of the oldest flags in Africa --  featured a red, gold and green color scheme.  The Rastafarian colors are also red, gold, and green out of loyalty to Haile Selassie, the emperor of Ethiopia from 1930 to 1974, who is believed by Rastafaris to be the second coming of Jesus Christ.

Rastafarian Nikes
There have been legends that a Rastafarian colony was established on Cape Cod decades ago, and these trees confirm those legends and provide further proof that Cape Cod is a land of many mysteries.

"I Can't Wait" is from the third White Stripes album, White Blood Cells, which was originally released in 2001 on the Sympathy for the Record Industry label, an independent record label owned by an eccentric record collector, collectible toy manufacturer, and book publisher who calls himself Long John Gone.

Here's the trailer for a 2006 documentary about Long John Gone:

I think that "I Can't Wait" speaks for itself.  In any event, 2 or 3 lines is getting tired of spoon-feeding you the meaning of each new songs it posts.  I realize that most of you depend on me to send you a link to each new post because you're too lazy or clueless to bookmark the home page or subscribe to an RSS feed.

Given that, there's probably not much chance that you'll be able to figure out what any song more complicated than "Mary Had a Little Lamb" means.

But give it a try.  Maybe you'll surprise us both.

Here's "I Can't Wait":

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