It snowed and hailed this May in Massachusetts. Twice. Like the flowers and buds, we are opening while we are closing. We are closing while we are opening. Now who’s ready to go dine with some mannequins?
Or in lyrical form:
Do you really think
That love is gonna save the world?
Well, I don’t think so
I just don’t think so
Oh how to draw the line between wrath and mercy?
Gotta simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer down
So many of us stand in the middle
Looking back to the worst
Looking forward to the fall
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
“Father, remove this bitter cup
If such Thy sacred will
If not, content to drink it up
Thy pleasure I fulfill”
Don’t you stop prayin’ for this old world is almost done
Keep your lamps trimmed and burning
I’ll gnaw at anything
New England is mine, and
It owes me a living…
…It’s like a birth but it is in reverse
Never gets better, always gets worse
Oh, I sing a song of freedom when I’m riding
I sing a song of freedom when I’m riding
I sing a song of freedom for every living being
Across the rolling hills, I come riding
Sounds of something beautiful falling apart
Soundtrack of rocketing bombs into a dying sunrise