Showing posts with label Posts Redeemed from the Clutches of the Night Spektors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Posts Redeemed from the Clutches of the Night Spektors. Show all posts

Thursday, October 22, 2009

At the Bottom of Everything by Bright Eyes



I think the story and song are trying to say that death 
is a part of life and we might as well accept it joyfully.  
We spend too much time worrying while we should be 
living life to the fullest. And the part where it says, "while 
my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun" thats 
talking about Mother Earth supporting us and God, our 
Father, has the power to give and take away our life at 
any moment.

What do you guys think?


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My Apology

"I'm sorry for what I do."
pale faces, vulgar lights
cold steel, wet leather,
soaked with tears, sweat, brine
engine pumping, warming up
a condemned man,
2450 volts.

Hydroplanes

Spitting across the Ninevah Galaxy,
the Silver Bullet, cutting through venomous rain,
Copilot cries, "Red Alert!  Heifers at 12 o'clock!"

We're ready.  It's cake.

The first wave wasn't cake.
Loosing my grip, loosing control,
but we recover.

The next wave struck us starboard,
A raging wall, a maddening roar
but we recover.

They come again, dive bombing.
THUD THUD THUD
Tearing through our ship
THUD THUD THUD
this could be the end.

A sudden light, sudden salvation,
Back on track, back to school,
How boring.

A Rat is a Pig is a Dog is She.

A rat is a pig is a dog is a boy.
That's what the woman told me.
She looked in my eyes,
and then to the skies and said:
"This is what I believe."

I looked at the sky and then to the ground,
thoughts running to and fro.
I refused to believe what She had perceived.
To her back I simply said, "No."

A young girl I love is afraid of rats.
Is she now afraid of me?

And a pig east garbage and is slaughtered for food.
Will I meet the same fate as he?

A dog may be faithful but he's reigned by a master.
Will man set limits for me?

Surely it seemed that this couldn't be.
To her silhouette I simply said, "No."

As I sat there oh so quietly,
I wondered how sad her life must be,
for life must be dreary for her to believe,
that a rat is a pig is a dog is She.