Star of the Morning Shines Now

Spring Buds feat. David Crosby and Graham Nash icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from the Torched LP by Michael Hedges icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Michael Hedges' "Torched" album cover. [Formatted]

On the last naked day of winter, on the eve of a fateful thaw
I was imprisoned in frozen pieces of heart-broken laws

Then down fell an angel renegade, her halo read “Morning Star”
Wounded by the doom of a comet tail, she was sealed with a scar

Then a sweet lightning struck and the earth opened us
Like spring buds

Why she ever fled heaven and why I would hibernate
Answers why we would meet here to equal our altered states

Then a sweet lightning struck and the earth opened us
Like spring buds

With a sacred heart-shared rhythm we blossom through the Spring
Star of the Morning shines now on her own two wings

Then a sweet lightning struck and the earth opened us
Like spring buds

Circular Firing Squad

The Joe Rogan Experience #1241 icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (with neuroscientist/author Sam Harris icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

As I was listening to this podcast, I thought to myself, “Wow, these descriptions of our current social climate are highly articulate, accurate and on point.” But the more I nodded in agreement, the more I felt exhausted by the conversation. It then occurred to me that all this fantastic dialogue basically amounted to an overblown conversation about how people are behaving as badly as they ever have, just in new and increasingly nuanced ways.

I began wondering if much of this poor behavior is symptomatic of the need we all have for more time and space to exist as ourselves in this busy and cramped world of ours. If it helps to identify as a furry icon-external-link-12x12 and file an HR complaint with your company because there aren’t litter boxes in the restrooms [!] then more power to you! If a man with a penis (because now this needs to be qualified) can feel better about his life by claiming he is a lesbian [!] and then have his claims legitimized by others [!!], way to go! If throwing somebody else under the bus for a minor social gaffe helps prevent your own character from ever being drawn into question, hell yeah—go for it!

The more things change, the more they stay the same. There is a certain kind of person right now who has more easily adapted to society’s current round of shuffled priorities: this person masks his or her own poor behaviors by going on the offensive and preemptively attacking everyone else for their own mistakes and shortcomings.

The People Who Have Crippled You, You Want to See them Burn

Sabbath Bloody Sabbath icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 13 from the Life LP by The Cardigans icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

The Cardigans' "Life" album cover. [Formatted]

You have seen life through distorted eyes, you know you had to learn
The execution of your mind, you really had to turn
The race is run, the book is read, the end begins to show
The truth is out, the lies are old, but you don’t want to know

Nobody would ever let you know when you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you’re on your own and fill your head all full of lies

The people who have crippled you, you want to see them burn
The gates of life have closed on you, there is just no return

Nobody would ever let you know when you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you’re on your own and fill your head all full of lies

Nothing is Worth the Sleep that I’ve Lost

War Nerve icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from The Great Southern Trendkill LP by Pantera icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Pantera's "The Great Southern Trendkill" album cover. [Formatted]

Truly, fuck the world—for all it’s worth—every inch of planet Earth
Fuck myself—don’t leave me out—but don’t get involved, don’t corner me

Inside ulcer
Unjust bastards
File out face first
Meet the lies and see what you are

It’s forcing you down and it’s grinding against you
Let the war nerve break

For every second the pathetic media pisses on me and judges what I am in one paragraph—look here—fuck you all

Expect the worse—you bleeding heart—but kill me first before it starts
Yes, my cock is getting hard
We are born different after all

Invite mayhem
Produce weapons
Shoot out
Burn down
No CNN or media now

It’s forcing you down and it’s grinding against you
Let the war nerve break

All the money in the world couldn’t buy me one second of trust, or an ounce of faith in anything you’re about
Fuck you all

Nothing is worth the sleep that I’ve lost
Apologies are unacceptable now
A blistered revenge awaits in me
This is loveless

Hate

Hate mail is not read
In jail instead

Hate

The Lord knows there is worse
Ignore this curse

Hate