Repetitive Things

  I have a wide variety of influences. One of them is a band that is still around although they pretty much stick to Europe. I am sure they can peacefully rest on the royalties of "Take on Me." But for some reason, one of their more obscure songs keeps jumping into my mind and Thomas Hardy. The lyrics to "Lamb to the Slaughter" and "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight" juxtapose each other. One is about letting another person send you into a spiraling depression and seeing it as their only way out of their psychosis. The latter, is about Hardy telling his father to fight death. Both have been in my head for a few days as my mind battles for normalcy. I have to go down in order to come out fighting and raging against what I have been through. I have to face it "Headlong" (good Queen song) and make sure that what comes out of Alice's Rabbit Hole is truly me. I can't let these past things define who I am anymore. I can't let them make my decisions for me. I have to survive and I have to thrive. The next few years will not be easy and I will have to fight for everything that I want. I thought I was tired of fighting but with Hardy's poetry on my mind, it seems that there is a lot more fight than I new ever existed. So here they are, "Lamb to the Slaughter" lyrics and Thomas Hardy.

The Norse Gods still exist!


I went down to the waterLike a lamb to the slaughterAnd didn't know what was waiting for me there
Nobody warned meNobody told meMy excuse is I wasn't prepared
I drank deep from the riverAnd sealed up my fateI should have seen the trap, babyBefore it was too late
We go downWe go downWe go downIt's the only way out
Who is this foolWho believed all the storiesI wish I could say, it's not me
You polluted my headWith all the things that you saidI became what you wanted to see
All of these yearsI've built up this hateI had my chance comingBut now it's too late
We go downWe go downWe go downIt's the only way out
We go downWe go downWe go downIt's the only way out
I drank deep from the riverAnd sealed up my fateI had my chance comingBut now it's too late
We go downWe go downWe go downIt's the only way out
We go downWe go downWe go downIt's the only way out
Do Not Go Gentle into that Goodnight

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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