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Driving to work in a fog of resentment, stewing on 880 (where enough bad karma foments to rival a battleground), I heard a rather chipper, simple guitar riff that piqued my interest.
A new Paul Simon tune perhaps?
As the lyrics began, it was not Paul, an unknown young voice sang:
"When I arrived in my old set of clothes, I was half a world away from my home. I was hunted by the wolves, I was heckled by the crows…"
Who hasn’t had a day (or a year) like that? Heck, I am henpecked near to death by friggin’ quality assurance bureacrats and county Napoleans each day.
"Bury your burning hatred like a hatchet in the snow…"
OK, I try, I do.
"if you have a broken heart,
or a battered soul
find something to hold onto
to help you through the hard nights like a flask of hope
do not fear what you don’t really know
‘coz it won’t last-
your worries will past,
Darling do not fear what you don’t really know…
all your troubles don’t stand a chance
and it always hurts the worst when its the ones we love the most
darling do not fear…"
Take a listen, and pay no heed to the Blair witch effects of the cameraperson.
It’s just a simple tune, but it made me smile at the end of a week that neccesitated lots of Pepto, chocolate, and P knuckling the giant knots out of my neck…
(and it makes me laugh to think of how after 2 weeks in Lousiana I was becoming all Southern in my speech. EVERYone was darlin’ or honey)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6icYcAWuuUM
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