Crazy Day

of work. No time to write.

Crazy weekend... one begins to question one's sanity in regard to youth sports... but more on that tomorrow, if time permits.

For now... another Jersey punk band, named for a bloody Shakespearean tragedy

Titus Andronicus

the song is "My Time Spent Outside the Womb"

The first thing you see is the light.
Then, you focus on a man in a mask with a knife
as he cuts you away from everything you thought you knew about life.
Now you're in your mother's arms, wrinkled and wet.
You'll spend the rest of your life trying to hard to forget
that you met the world naked and screaming
and that's how you'll leave it.

In Riverside Hospital, on a July morning,
with a push and a pull - this is how I found out
I wasn't quite so invulnerable.
It put the fear of God in me when I heard my daddy say, "one mistake is all that it takes."

I ended up at Central School, 1993,
and met a certain kid named Sarim at the library.
He said, "they're ain't nothing about this place that's elementary."
I learned to play the guitar in the seventh grade
in order to convince everyone I was a renegade.
That's when I learned, in Glen Rock,
everybody calls a spade a spade.
I couldn't fool anyone.
I couldn't even fool myself.
I was just another book on the shelf, nothing else.

Yes, the ending is abrupt... but the narrator is young, his life is not over... but the song is.

Not bad for a guy less than half my age (which grows by the day)...