Beautiful song. At the time Justin Hayward thought it would be as big a hit as Nights in White Satin. It wasn't, but it's still a beautiful song.
In the context of the album (To Our Childrens Childrens Children) this song makes sense. The theme of the album is about travelling through space and the loneliness associated with it. This song closes the album as fitting conclusion to have reached a heaven-like utopia. The "mole burrowing" part (imho) to analagous to travelling thru the dark space of the universe to reach utopia.
@Digi-G I often wonder what poets like the Moody Blues think of the crass and unsympathetic nature of the modern world after writing so much poetry yearning for and exhorting us to reach for something finer, something touched with grace. I miss the 60s, when we were still innocent, still hopeful - before we gave up and gave in.
@Digi-G I often wonder what poets like the Moody Blues think of the crass and unsympathetic nature of the modern world after writing so much poetry yearning for and exhorting us to reach for something finer, something touched with grace. I miss the 60s, when we were still innocent, still hopeful - before we gave up and gave in.
Now, it seems like we all just hate each other. Will we ever be hopeful again?
Now, it seems like we all just hate each other. Will we ever be hopeful again?
Beautiful song. At the time Justin Hayward thought it would be as big a hit as Nights in White Satin. It wasn't, but it's still a beautiful song.
In the context of the album (To Our Childrens Childrens Children) this song makes sense. The theme of the album is about travelling through space and the loneliness associated with it. This song closes the album as fitting conclusion to have reached a heaven-like utopia. The "mole burrowing" part (imho) to analagous to travelling thru the dark space of the universe to reach utopia.
@Digi-G I often wonder what poets like the Moody Blues think of the crass and unsympathetic nature of the modern world after writing so much poetry yearning for and exhorting us to reach for something finer, something touched with grace. I miss the 60s, when we were still innocent, still hopeful - before we gave up and gave in.
@Digi-G I often wonder what poets like the Moody Blues think of the crass and unsympathetic nature of the modern world after writing so much poetry yearning for and exhorting us to reach for something finer, something touched with grace. I miss the 60s, when we were still innocent, still hopeful - before we gave up and gave in.
Now, it seems like we all just hate each other. Will we ever be hopeful again?
Now, it seems like we all just hate each other. Will we ever be hopeful again?