The angels weep
The demons cheer
The sinners tremble
The saints prepare
If today was Christmas Eve, and tomorrow was Christmas Day
Aw, wouldnāt we have a time, baby?
All I would need my little sweet rider just
To pass the time away
Listen to me, you, old folk
This world has gotta change
If the bombs start a-fallinā
Thereāll be no more home on the range
He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
And the palace in the sun
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls, he often wandered
With the secrets of the world
And his subjects gathered 'round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see
And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on
Said, āLord please give me what I needā
He said, āThereās pain and misery,
Oh, sweet oblivion feels alrightā
The hour is drawing ever closer
And rolling over, wonāt let me be
In the shadow of the season
To find a reason, to carry on
Said, āLord please give me what I needā
He said, āThereās pain and misery,
Oh, sweet oblivionā
Calls me onward to her side
And fillls her song deep inside
And finds the reason
The slow blade penetrates the shield.
The way Thought put it down be confusinā some of yāall
Cats canāt walk while chewinā your gum 'n all
What a keyboard got to do with a drum and all
School āem on stage like Iām doinā a seminar
Professional type, Iām adjustinā my mic
Go to war kid Iāll give you any weapon you like
Give you something to run from, bust off your dum-dums
Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from
Itās Philly world-wide phenomenon
And reinforcinā that shit is my 9-to-5
And when I finish making you recognize
Iām getinā at a couple civilized women thatās tryinā to ride
You been waitinā on the boul to come off to all
You wanna get the bitches up off the wall
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
To keep you in health, this for all of yāall
Iām quick on the draw like Black McGraw
And I canāt tell what yāall cats rappinā for
āSee, I was riding through the Mojave Desertā¦ā
Weāve all been there. At least I have.
My name is Hybrid, I stand alone
Bionic implants engineered for flesh and bone
Computer circuits under command
Of my intelligence, I am a metal man
Listen to me, children of the night
Beyond the doors of darkness you will find
A thousand worlds for you to see here
Take my hand and follow me
Onhhhooooo! (sp?)
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gonā see him if you living in the fog?
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Iāve been well, but taking time to myself. Final surgery booked, level 4 strength and conditioning is underway, novel is on itās last chapter.
Next Sunday is the 5 year mark of my motherās death and having knocked over so much since her passing, I looked back at my life and the exhaustion and just how far Iāve come has not so much hit me as it did swallow me.
I took last week to stay off training and return to the care facilities she was in, thanking the doctors, care providers and all the staff. Iāve found new rituals to bring her into my day to day life and explore my own spiritual beliefs some more. I finally wept for her for the first time since she died in front of me. Iāve not had chance with the absolute whirlwind of chaos and the sheer amount of things iāve had to do, and nowā¦ I feel ok. I barely recognize who I was when this started, and that tells me Iāve at least grown some. The last 6 months of intense therapy were absolutely necessary to get my head on straight, and Iāve been kinder to myself.
Iāve got savings towards a world travel plan. The dog turns 10 in a few months, and after she eventually goes, I will have no more things here linking me to my old life. Iām going to save, and when that day comes, Iām packing up shop to go travel the world, train, sightsee and live, and when Iām done, Iām choosing a place to settle down and start my new life. Iāll probably rent my flat out and then sell it on return when Iāve picked where Iām going.
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A little Jersey metalā¦
+++
Somewhere out where no one knows
Runs a cool evolution fight
Way out there where no one goes
And itās got to keep moving
Got to keep getting it right
Sphereās to the piston charged
Ombustable delight
The single minded supercharged
Thatā got to get moving
Got to keep getting it right
A call to arms
A call right through the dream
A call to action
Blow up the in between
Feed, feed your engine
Feed, feed your Wolverine
Feed, feed the tension
Mean green killing machine
passed my level four strength and conditioning coaching exam, just have to submit my case study now.
Tonight is the 5th anniversary of my mothers passing, so I am holding a memorial to her at a restaurant she loved that, incidentally, was where her wake was held. A small number of close friends are coming. I thought Iād be sadder but the last year and getting on top of so much, including my mental health, has allowed me a lot of needed healing, something I didnt have the chance to do with the pandemic, new home, inheriting a dog, therapy, transition, becoming self employed and having to learn how to run a business from scratch on my own.
I have a new business plan Im going to be launching in Q4 after I return from facial feminisation surgery in the USA.
I have a six months travel plan for after my dog passes, lots of short stays in different cities, like Bern etc, where I wont be training but sightseeing and enjoying mountains and scenery.
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When at first I learned to speak
I used all my words to fight
With him and her and you and me
Ah, but itās just a waste of time
Yeah, itās such a waste of time
That woman, sheās got eyes that shine
Like a pair of stolen polished dimes
She asked to dance, I said, āItās fine
Iāll see you in the morning timeā
Oh, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in
Are you aware the shape Iām in?
My hands, they shake, my head, it spins
Oh, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in
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