I interviewed Carolina Rojido, my mom. She chose a song, rather than a poem, by Phil Collins, called Land of Confusion. She likes this poem because although it is an old song from 1986, it is still relevant to how the world is today, as there are still innumerable new and old problems plaguing us. My mom also likes it because it speaks of taking action ourselves to improve the situation now, not waiting any longer. She likes the rhythm of the song, and the way it flows together. Her favourite lines are, ‘This is the time, this is the place,’ and the stanza, ‘This is the world we live in, these are the hands we’re given, use them and let’s start trying, to make this a place worth living in’.
Land of Confusion
Phil Collins
I must’ve dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.
Now did you read the news today
They say the dangers gone away
But I can see the fires still alight
There burning into the night.
There's too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can’t you see
This is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands were given
Use them and lets start trying
To make it a place worth living in.
Ooh superman where are you now
When everything’s gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, the men of power
Are losing control by the hour
This is a land of confusion.
Now this is the world we live in
And these are the hands were given
Use them and lets start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for.
This is the world we live in
And these are the names were given
Stand up and lets start showing
Just where our lives are going to.
This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands were given
Use them and lets start trying
To make it a place worth living in.
I remember long ago -
Ooh when the sun was shining
Yes and the stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago -
I wont be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
Were not just making promises
That we know, well never keep.
Too many men
There's too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Cant you see
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