Ramble On: January 2011

Monday, January 24, 2011

#4

Date : 19 January 2011
Time : 0130 hours
Location : ITO

A young Air Force Corporal is involved in a nasty motorcycle accident. Damage; a shattered knee.
One makeshift knee brace (tree branches, firewood, a handkerchief and some rope).
One slow drive to the nearest MH.
#4.. Done..

Bottleneck Blues

The morning sun rises, and sets in turn

While the smoke rings still spiral and the paper still burns

I’m dreaming a while of when the levee broke

And scrounging a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

Watered down whiskey is like fading desire

I’d say I’m okay, but it’ll make me a liar

We’ve been screaming for years, been a while since we spoke

I’ll lean on a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

I’m strung up and crazy and speaking in tongues

And childish and stuck up and forever young

And doped up and washed up and worthless and broke

Sold it all for a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

I sing myself hoarse just to drown out the sound

Oh please don’t come looking, I won’t be around

I’ll seamlessly blend in with those gentle folk

Who live on a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

I’m thumbing my way to the next nameless town

To the next faceless lady who won’t turn me down

Our hands intertwined, the fires we’ll stoke

Then cry, sharing a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

I live life in tatters, I’m dressed up in rags

Keep singing my anthems and waving my flags

While I keep reliving the same sorry joke

‘bout the man with a bottle, a guitar, a smoke.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Do not go gentle into that good night..

Two very different pieces of verse.. one very common theme..

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rage at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dare you to move..

Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence

Everyone's here

Everybody's watching you now

Everybody waits for you now

What happens next?

I dare you to move

I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor

I dare you to move

Like today never happened

Today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout

Welcome to resistance

The tension is here

Between who you are and who you could be

Between how it is and how it should be

I dare you to move

I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor

I dare you to move

Like today never happened

Today never happened

Maybe redemption has stories to tell

Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell

Where can you run to escape from yourself?

Where you gonna go?

Salvation is here

I dare you to move

I dare you to lift yourself, to lift yourself up off the floor

I dare you to move

Like today never happened

Today never happened

Today never happened before