Making a Racket
I get to rock out with one of these guys periodically. If I ask nicely, he's happy to play some of my all-time favorites - "Be Thou My Vision" or "Like a River Glorious". Acoustic, even. That's the way he rolls these days, playing music for the worship service down at the local rescue mission, or before our Bible study up at the veteran's center.
People change.
"I wish I had an eagle like you..."
Everybody's jumping on the circus train.
Some jump high, some jump off again.
And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled.
All truths to light, all crosses nailed.
Aiming high where the eagle circles,
Where he keeps his tail feathers clean.
And wonders "Am I still a free bird?
Or just a part of the machine?"
They hitch their covered wagons and they roll out west.
Politics in the pockets of their Sunday best.
Shaking hands, kissing babies, for all that they're worth.
They promise you gold, promise heaven on earth.
Still, that old bald eagle circles,
It's not the first time that he's seen
His reflection in the eyes of innocence.
He's become just another part of the machine.
Part of the machine.
I wish I had an eagle like you
To look up to.
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
Up above the whole machine.
Part of the machine.
Part of the machine.
Smart guys aren't running they're home and dry.
Up in the mountains where the eagle flies.
They wouldn't take that job offered on a plate.
They got to fly with the eagle, and he won't wait.
Looking down on the smoke and the factories
Till the truth creeps up unseen.
They see themselves in the faces of their children
And realize they too are part of the machine.
Part of the machine.
I wish I had an eagle like you
To wake up to.
He could be my wings to fly
In a big bird sky, hey
Let's be part of the machine.
Part of the machine. Part of the machine.
Part of the machine. Part of the machine.
Part of your machine. Part of your machine.
Part of your machine. Part of your machine.
Consumed by House Schtuff
Crunch time. It is the final two weeks of the build, so on top of everything else, we have to start planning to move.
It is a happy time, but incredibly busy...
It is a happy time, but incredibly busy...
QOTD
From a friend of the Book of Faces:
Saw "Avengers: Age of Ultron." Very realistic movie. Ultron decides that the human race must be destroyed after he spends a few minutes on the internet.
"It was a dark and stormy night..."
The little-known Library of Congress’s Overseas Offices are tasked with getting information from some of the world’s least hospitable places...
I limp wearily through the door, stopping to let is shut with a merry little jingle as I lean against the jamb. There were three of us when we started. Optimists. You have to be an optimist in this job.
Jackson and I lost McHenry to a pack of wild newspaper boys in the night. One moment, he was there running beside us; the next, gone, with only the raucous cries of "EXTRA! EXTRA!" fading away behind us as a mix of fear and adrenaline pushed us onwards.
Jackson... I shudder and try not to think about Jackson. Disemvoweled is a horrible way to die. I know that if I don't keep moving, his pitiful cries will come back to haunt me... "HLP! HLP! GD HLP M! HLP!"
Heaving a ragged breath, I straighten and stumble towards the counter, my wounded leg almost giving out. Almost, but not quite. The clerk looks up from his cell phone, a bored and slightly annoyed expression on his face. "Copy of the Sun Journal Good Day Times." I manage to croak, reaching for my wallet.
He shrugs. "Sorry, man. Just sold the last one." He gestures vaguely in the direction of a small, in-store café, where a short, balding toad of a man sits, folded paper in his lap and a smirk on his lips.
"Lubyachev," I snarl under my breath, pulling out my snub-nosed .45 hand-held photocopier instead of my wallet. There was no way I was leaving without that paper this time; and after the 2014 International Trade Conference Minutes incident in New Dehli, there was no way I was letting Lubyachev leave, period.
How Quickly They Forget
"Vote Hillary, because it's time we had a woman for president!"
Geez. It's like nobody even remembers Jimmy Carter...
Geez. It's like nobody even remembers Jimmy Carter...
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