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Washington, dinsdag 21 januari 2009

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may

be new. But those values upon which our success

depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play,

tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old.

These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our

history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths.

what is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American,

that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, uties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the

spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of

citizenship.

‘Cross the Green Mountain

Bob Dylan - 2002

Korte toelichtingLeviathan Caps Music that comes from a fat better landGunshot … that we ever dared to tell

I cross the Green Mountain. I sit by the streamHeaven blazing in my head, I, I dreamt a monstrous dreamSomething came up out of the seaSwept through the land of the rich and the free

I look into the eyes of my merciful friendAnd then I ask myself: Is this the end?Memories linger, sad yet sweetAnd I think of the souls in heaven who will be

Alters are burning, the flames far and wideThe fool has crossed over from the other sideThey tip their caps from the top of the hillYou can feel them come, all brave blood do spill

Along the dim Atlantic lineThe rapper's land lasts for miles behindThe lights coming foreward and the streets are broadAll must yield to the avenging God

The world is old, the world is greatLessons of life, can't be learned in a dayI watch and I wait and I listen while I standTo the music that comes from a far better land

Close the eyes of our Captain, peace may he know His long night is done, the great leader is laid lowHe was ready to fall, he was quick to defendKilled outright he was by his own men

It's the last day's last hour of the last happy yearI feel that the unknown, the world is so dearPride will vanish and glory will rotBut virtue lives and cannot be forgot

The bells of evening have rungThere's blasphemy on the end of the tongueLet them say that I walked in fair nature's lightAnd that I was loyal to truth and to right

Serve God and meet your full. Look upward beyondBeyond the darkness that masks the surprises of dawnIn the deep green grasses and the blood stained woodsThey never dreamed of surrendering, they fell where they stood

Stars fell over Alabama and I saw each starYou're walking in dreams, whoever you areChilled are the skies, keen is the frostAnd the ground's froze hard and the morning is lost

A letter to mother came todayGunshot wound to the breast is what it did sayBut he'll be better soon, he's in a hospital bedBut he'll never be better, he's already dead

I'm ten miles outside the city and I'm lifted awayIn an ancient light, that is not of dayThey were calm they were gloomed. We knew them all too wellWe loved each other more than we ever dared to tell

‘Cross the green mountainSong die Bob Dylan schreef voor de tv-film Gods and

generals (2002) Over de Amerikaanse Burgeroorlog (1861-1865). Hij focust in op confederate-general Thomas Jonathan

“Stonewall” Jackson