One-Picture Video of The Ascent of Everest's "A Threnody (For the Victims of November Second)". Enjoy.

Band Website:
http://www.ascentofeverest.com/

Myspace:
http://www.myspace.com/theascentofeverest

Record Label - SHELSMUSIC
http://www.shelsmusic.com/

Record Label - futurerecordings
http://futurerecordings.bigcartel.com/


*[. . . Ten days ago, President admitted that although some people in this country seem to be doing well nowadays, others were unhappy, even worried, about themselves, their families and their futures. The President said that he didn't understand that fear. He said, "Why, this country is a shining city on a hill." And the President is right. In many ways we are a shining city on a hill.

The hard truth is that not everyone is sharing the city's splendor and glory. A shining city is perhaps all the President sees from the portico of the White House and the veranda of his ranch, where everyone seems to be doing well.

But there's another city, there's another part of the "shining city," the part where some people can't pay their mortgages and most young people can't afford one, where students can't afford the education they need and middle-class parents watch the dreams they hold for their children evaporate.

In this part of the city there are more poor than ever, more families in trouble, more and more people who need help but can't find it. Even worse, there are elderly people who tremble in their basements of their houses. And there are people who sleep in the city streets, in the gutter, where the glitter doesn't show. There are ghettos where thousands of young people, without a job or an education, give their lives away to drug dealers everyday.


There is despair. There is despair, Mr. President, in faces that you don't see, in the places that you don't visit in your shining city. Mr. President, you ought to know that this nation is more a "Tale of Two Cities" than it is just a shining city on a hill . . .

Maybe, maybe, Mr. President, if you visited some more places . . .
Maybe if you went to Appalachia where some people still live in sheds. Maybe if you went to Lackawanna where thousands of unemployed steel workers wonder why we subsidized foreign steel . . .

Maybe, maybe, Mr. President, if you stopped in at a shelter in Chicago and spoked to the homeless there. Maybe, Mr. President, if you asked a woman who had been denied the help she needed to feed her children because you said you needed the money for a tax break, for a millionaire or for a missile we couldn't afford to use . . .]



Not for honor.
Not for country.
Not for profit.
But for love.



[. . . Maybe . . .]

*Taken from excerpts of Mario Cuomo's 1984 speech at the Democratic National Convention.
Album: How Lonely Sits the City! [Re-release]
Year: 2008