Meet me at the New Year's Wrecking Ball, she'll wear something pretty and white...
ok awoke to a new year, missed the noisy prate thing, but the wind howls pretty fierce tonight at -20c. Wood stove is a long way off but computers are self-warming and I have fleece, lotsa fleece, triple thick wool socks, its a comfort storm not at all a winter cold & whiteout shitstorm! But of course 3 feet away through the outer wall is reality ready to bite. But I won't go out into that good storm, just like I didn't walk into all those life traps. (well a few maybe) Keep your wits, watch yer own back, others may say they got yer back, but then they bugger off when the going gets too scary and tough. So trust no one with the important stuff, like getting through life in one wholistic piece unscathed by the ravaging drugs the demeaning porn, the wrong-sided relationships (sometimes our wrong side, sometimes theirs), the dead end or do it till you die jobs, the safety of faith in a tonic pedlar's lie, the righteousness of being on our side, of being the chosen ones, of being the good guys... we're all good going bad like the fruit, no point picking on the other rotting fruit, we're in the same bushel of lies, call them falls or deer run, we all fell from grace long ago, and let's work together for something a bit more evolved for the next season, what?
We carry the sins of our fathers, so stop with the lies and admit that all those past days of dark glory need a good burial and atonement.
It's 2015, I'd say yeayyy! except some poor bastard will get shot by a cop or some tyrant will mess with lives like throwaway toys, or another nuke plant will melt down or some 'natural' disaster will clean up the whole unnatural neighbourhood... But have a good year, live, love and give fiercely from the heart. ...and live music, lotsa real live music, from the hurt of days past, for the hope of days future... to the ears of the souls of now