song of the moment
no children
by the mountain goats
i hope that our few remaining friends
give up on trying to save us
i hope we come up with a failsafe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us
i hope the fences we mended
fall down beneath their own weight
and i hope we hang on past the last exit
i hope it's already too late
and i hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
someday burns down
and i hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
and i never come back to this town
again in my life
i hope i lie
and tell everyone you were a good wife
and hope you die
i hope we both die
i hope i cut myself shaving tomorrow
i hope it bleeds all day long
our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
we're pretty sure they're all wrong
i hope it stays dark forever
i hope the worst isn't over
and i hope you blink before i do
yeah i hope i never get sober
and i hope when you think of me years down the line
you can't find one good thing to say
and i'd hope that if i found the strength to walk out
you'd stay the hell out of my way
i am drowning
there is no sign of land
you are coming down with me
hand in unlovable hand
and i hope you die
i hope we both die
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I can’t remember where I first heard this song. The more I try to remember, the more frustrated I get, and the more frustrated I get, the more my brain refuses to work.
Oh well, that’s beside the point. The fact of the matter is, I discovered the song somehow, and it made me smile.
It kind of neatly wraps up my view of how things are in an upbeat little package just under three minutes.
I hope your sardonic side gets as much pleasure from this song as mine does.
Questions? Comments? Concerns? Amusing anecdotes?
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