Lyrics Post: “The Weapon”

Middle of night inspiration, the guitar riff, the lyrics, come to mind when I can’t get immediately back to sleep.

“The Weapon”

“We’ve got nothing to fear…but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom’s will be done

And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us…

He’s not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He’s a little bit afraid of dying
But he’s a lot more afraid of your lying

And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him…

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don’t see what they’re made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they’re afraid of

And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them…”

Writers: Peart, Lifeson, Lee

A Little Extra, Love

A little more time, a little extra love, with those we love. Maybe one of the fundamental goals of my life.

When I’m with those I love, I don’t want it to end. It’s the same for all of us, right?

And so when the evening is waning — another waning lesson — I try to soak up every moment, appreciate everything moment,

And if I have the power and the latitude to extend the time I do, damn the downstream effects, I’ll deal with it,

The love is so strong,

Love is so strong.

Mr. Grump

Usually comes out later at night, Mr. Grump.

Usually after too many (petty?) dad lines crossed, Mr. Grump.

Promises to be quick to bed, dashed, Mr. Grump.

Too much too late too tired, skin too thin, even dad to kid, Mr. Grump.

Then I get it. Hug in the dark from my son who comes in one last time.

Elder daughter telling younger how to have good thoughts before bed, chatter trickles in, and Mr. Grump, recedes.

Good to bed, Mr. Grump.

Good dad lesson. For dad.

Good Night.

New Shiny Things

Kids love new, shiny things. Maybe we all do.

And treasure boxes; treasure boxes to tuck away all those new, shiny things; they become less shiny with time; then they become treasures.

Under the bed, in the nightstand, into the closet, up in the rafters the treasures go. Hold on for years, decades.

Magic to look at, the magic doesn’t dissipate; it’s innate.

Treasures, little treasures.

Lyrics Post: “American Idiot”

I can’t believe it’s been nearly 20 years since this song, this album, came I tot the world. Somehow it seems more relevant and urgent today than 2004 when it came into the world.

Listen up. Don’t be an American Idiot.

“American Idiot”

Don’t wanna be an American idiot

Don’t want a nation under the new mania

And can you hear the sound of hysteria?

The subliminal mind fuck America

Welcome to a new kind of tension

All across the alienation

Where everything isn’t meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow

We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow

For that’s enough to argue

Well maybe I’m the faggot America

I’m not a part of a redneck agenda

Now everybody do the propaganda

And sing along to the age of paranoia

Welcome to a new kind of tension

All across the alienation

Where everything isn’t meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow

We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow

For that’s enough to argue

Don’t want to be an American idiot

One nation controlled by the media

Information age of hysteria

It’s calling out to idiot America

Welcome to a new kind of tension

All across the alienation

Where everything isn’t meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow

We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow

For that’s enough to argue”

Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Wright, Michael Pritchard

Up and Down

Master the skill, up and down. On the golf course, up and down on the green means getting there and sinking the putt in short order.

Maybe it’s similar in life, up and down. Each day, get up and get your work done; pursue the goals of your life, the goals of the day. Whatever that is for you. But get UP, and do. DO.

And then be ok in coming down, slowing down, each day. Let yourself do that. Come down. Rest. Respite. Relax. Slow down. SLOW DOWN.

And then do the whole thing again the next day.

Get good at the up and down.

It will serve you well.

In Between

I’m between good and bad most of the time; maybe we all are. The Devil and The Angel, each shoulder. Aren’t we all like that? If we’re honest, it must be so, must be human nature,

In between sun-up and sundown, so much happens, so much, so uncertain, so unsure, then sure, sometimes, in between,

In between here and there, us and them, then and now, what to do, how to feel, in between,

It’s where everything happens, in between, ok ok, do it, get it done, make the most of,

In between.