I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it. – Evelyn Beatrice Hall
Lyric
Word up everybody say
When you hear the call you’ve got to get it underway
Word up it’s the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you’ll be heard
-Cameo, Word Up!
Last drug day. Back feels better. Not 100%. Never will be. At least I can walk without excruciating pain radiating up into my eyeballs.
Lyric
When I first met you, didn’t realize
I can’t forget you, for your surprise
you introduced me, to my mind
And left me wanting, you and your kind
-Black Sabbath, Sweet Leaf
Day 5 of drugs and I think I’m turning a corner. I know I will never be well but I would like to remain serviceable.
Lyric
Oh, restitution day
All I have I give away
To be with you
If it breaks my back
-Jerry Cantrell, Breaks My Back
Marathon Monday. I remember being at 245 Summer on the day of the bombing three years ago and jumping on the 2:25 train home before the bombs went off. People were frantically trying to get in touch with me knowing I went into the city that day. Scary.
I was going to use Bomber from Motörhead for lyrics but that’s questionable. This is more impactful.
Lyric
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
-Francis Scott Key, Star Spangled Banner
Working in the yard for first time this year. First iced coffee of the season.
Lyric
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night settles in as quickly as it goes
The memories of shadows, ink on the page
And I can’t seem to find my way home
-Five Finger Death Punch, Far From Home