Words and Coffee

From Pink Floyd, Animals, this is Pigs on the Wing, parts 1 and 2. I recommend playing the video below whilst reading the lyrics. This one never seems to go out of style and seems pertinent to oh so many situations. Use as you see fit.

If you didn’t care what happened to me,
And I didn’t care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.

You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don’t feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I’ve found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.

Came across this will looking for Wilco tunes.

Strange and weird, just the way I like it.

I hope my baby never gets tired of me.

And, truth be told, I’m hard-pressed to pass on a song with a tuba in it.

Astronaut birthday parties indeed. It’s Shinyribs Saturday. Mmmm, that sounds good. I’ll have that.

We’ve all ridden to the present in our own homemade jalopies bristling and clanking and whistling with every bit of where we’ve been, what we see, who we’ve met, what we’ve done, why and how we’ve done it . The road ain’t always pretty or easy to travel. Sometimes it’s full of potholes, sometimes it’s no road at all, just trackless wilderness. Pieces fall away and new ones get scabbed in their place. And sometimes, if we’re lucky and we’ve endured, we come out on the other side with something to give.

Like these guys.

If you think this just applies to artists, your road’s been a tunnel or you slapped blinders on yourself somewhere along the way.  If we can climb out of our own cavernous holes long enough to look around and survey the landscape, we can find it everywhere we look. And we should.