he had the sense of dj vu : of chilly nights in the houses of the dead , of watching their last tv shows , hearing the beep of their missed text messages , scanning the weddings and graduations on the mantelpiece of the sons and daughters who awaited the shattering of their sleep , of red eyes , blue lips and purple gloves , of young men with black ribbon ties and folding trolleys , of crosby , stills and nash : do you know / dont you wonder / whats going on/ down under you ?