Turn my mike up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side when we come in
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running
Before I even woke up this morning, I was already worked into a dither. No idea why, no rhyme or reason, just in a pissed off, grumpy, nasty, bitter, angry, dither. I thought it was at first the phone I was laying on all night, stabbing me in the back all night, or the smell of enchiladas filing my entire apartment before it was even 3am. Perhaps it was the coming drama that the day would produce that my attitude was warning me of.
Whatever the cause, there I was. Me and my dither.
Risk something, take back what’s yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I’m sick of being treated like I have before
Like it’s stupid standing for what I’m standing for
Like this war’s really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn’t cater the rich and abandon poor
As I left for work this morning, it was a beautiful day out so on the bike I went. Peddling, faster and faster. Still agitated, still irritated, no reason why really, well … no real reason why. Just one of those moods, a funk. I approached the curve, noticed the construction and instead of being on my way I had to cross the street. Halfway through I just about was run over by a 4Runner. I had the “Ok to walk, but CYA” turn signal, so off I went. However, the 4Runner didn’t see me. After a few choice words for each other, a couple horns and of course me waving both New York State Birdies nice and high I was on my way. Shaken, but on my way none the less.
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can’t put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
As I make my way downtown, I pass the cherry creek shopping district and I see all of the gas stations. 3.60$ a gallon. I know I’m not an old timer, and I won’t ever be able to look you in the eye and say I was ever able to fill up my tank for only a couple dollars. However, I can tell you I remember a time when I could fill up my gas tank for 10 bucks, and I could buy a gallon of gas for .75 cents, albeit rare, it happened.
It reminds me of the war we’re fighting overseas. So much life lost, trillions of dollars spent and nothing but the satisfaction of a half ass’d democracy in place. Fathers, Mothers, Sons, Daughters, Sisters, Brothers …. lost, never to return home. It’s pretty sad.
Me and my dither. But I keep peddling on ….
My dad he’s got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die
It didn’t help everything at work kept breaking. It didn’t help on my ride home I thought I’d be soaking upon my arrival at home, nor did it help that when I got home my body was stiff, aching and sore and my nasal passages filled with goose-poop-fish-flavored-nasty-green-pond water fragrance.
It didn’t help.
All I wanted to do was take a nice hot shower, crawl onto my comfy couch and watch my tv, blog a bit, finish up some work, and then hit the sack.
I really don’t know what my problem has been today. It happens every now and then, and though it’s rare, it happens. I get worked up over anything and everything. The things that really get under my skin seem to resurface and it hits me like a tsunami hitting a hot dog cart.
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like “what did he say?”
I started to channel surf, and it hit me like a tsunami hitting a hot dog cart. Can I use that analogy twice? Good … because I would have used it regardless…
There was as how on HBO called coma. It basically follows the life of 4 individuals that suffered traumatic brain damage. It was heart wrenching story after heart wrenching story. Trials and tribulations. Successes in failures. Nothing monumental, simple tasks such as eating, and walking. Even simpler than that, tasks such as blinking and swallowing.
It puts alot of things into perspective. It makes alot of trivial issues dissipate. It maks me thankful and appreciative that I can feel the huge knot in my neck, the burning in my lungs, the pains in my legs from utter exhaustion. It makes me snap out of the funk I’m in and look at the big picture which is that of Life.
Perspective.
Life is all about perspective, and when it gets out of balance, you just need a healthy dosage of perspective. Although there is alot of life that I don’t necessarily agree with, the war, boneheads who almost kill me, a full plate(not literally), perspective helps to ease the pain a bit, and realize I have my health. I have my family. I can feel a nice cool breeze on my face, the smell of freshly cut grass, leftover enchiladas and goose-poop-fish-flavored-nasty-green-pond water, the pain throughout my body, a roof over my head, a full plate(yes literally this time) and so on. I have more than any one man could ever want.
Even if only for today.
Champ May 11, 2008
I’ve never heard the song before, but with the video it was very touching…gave me goosebumps.