Friday, December 5, 2008

That's the Anthem, Get Your Damn Hands Up

Hey.

So without going into details, some rather seismic shifts are taking place in my world right now. Some of them are sad, some will be okay in the long run, and some of them required some very, very difficult choices. But suffice to say that all relevant parties have been briefed, a considerable amount of coffee and bourbon was consumed in the process, and I'm taking care of what I need to. While I felt it was necessary to acknowledge the sea change in some manner, I feel like blogs that go out of their way to air the author's dirty laundry are obnoxious at best.

So I'll do something even more obnoxious: I'll let a band that almost no one's heard of speak for me. You can slap me upside the head next time you see me if you want. Though lately, you might have to take a number.

On the brightside, this has the makings of an epic playlist.

"Sultan" by What Made Milwaukee Famous

I've had less than my fair share of lucky breaks
And enough of this fooling around.
I've got one last chance to get rid of my past
And bury it deep in the ground.
And no matter what you try, man,
You're never gonna tear me down.

When the only blame you cast is your own.
And your only guarantee is your fear of the unknown.
If you don't cut your losses before you get lost,
They're never going to leave you alone.

My best bits of advice I'll repeat only twice
After that you can fend for yourself.
If you think that your shoes couldn't find better use
Or fit just about anyone else,
You need to face up and fold
Or deal with the hand you're dealt.

Make up your mind
Are you in are you out?
I've no patience for your impetuous doubt.

When the only blame you cast is your own,
And your only guarantee is your fear of the unknown.
If you don't cut your losses before you get lost,
They're never going to leave you alone

I've had less than my fair share of lucky breaks
And enough of this fooling around.
I've got one last chance to get rid of my past
And bury it deep in the ground.

Make up your mind
Are you in are you out?
You'd be better served as a face in the crowd.

If you never want the truth to be told,
And all your major concerns are out of your control.
If you don't pick your feet up to come back around
You get stuck in my way and get rolled.

When the only blame you cast is your own,
And your only guarantee is your fear of the unknown
If you don't cut your losses before you get lost,
They're never going to leave you alone
Leave you alone