Out 'neath the arms of Cassiopeia
Where the sword of Orion sweeps
It's me and you, Rosie, cracklin' like crossed wires
And you breathin' in your sleep
And you breathin' in your sleep
Well there's just a spark of a campfire left burnin'
Two kids in a sleeping bag beside
Reach 'neath your shirt, put my hands across your belly and feel
Another one kickin' inside
And I ain't gonna fuck it up this time
It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here -Long Time Coming
And that brings us to tonight's word: TAKE A MULLIGAN
A Mulligan, in the game of golf, happens when a player gets a second chance to perform a golf shot; usually due to lack of skill or bitter luck. Also due to the first chance going wrong through bad luck or a blunder. Its best-known meaning is in whereby a player is informally allowed to replay a stroke, even though this is against the formal rules of golf.
Well humanity, it looks like we shanked that drive far right. Sliced right in to the parking lot. If we're lucky it missed a windshield and is bouncing it's way down 5th street. Guess those private lessons didn't really pay off. So now what? Now you look around sad eyed to the group and ask for a mulligan. Ask the galactics for a do over? Ask God for a gimme even though it's technically against the rules?
But hey, if you read the definition, it allows a mully for bitter luck. Hard luck. A raw deal. I think as a species we got our share of tough breaks. If in fact an alien species did come down and tweak our dna and created us to be a slave race. I guess they could have passed us by. Picked the next planet down the road. So yea, misfortune indeeeeeed.
And then we have "blunder" and "lack of skill". Why do I hear Yosef in my head right now? It's because he's created some major waves about us being asleep at the wheel. Some people don't like to hear that. Forget asleep at the wheel, we're waking up in a ditch, air bags popped, couple ribs broken, 2 black eyes and damn lucky to be alive. Blunder is right. I let that TV and Bud Light lull me right to bed. Dat Seinfeld tho. Enter sandman for sure. I guess we all should've picked up some of that trucker meth (simmer down, I'm talking about real truth. Hey now!) from Billy Joe Jim Bob at the gas station. I wonder what kind of person I'd be today if I had real truth 20 years ago?
So humanity gets a Mulligan eh? What does that mean for us? It means that we chosen ones now get to right the wrongs on this earth. Instead of hitching a ride it's our turn to drive. Instead of Rosa Parks at the back of the bus, she's gonna buy the bus company. Give away free rides. Capitalism's nightmare. Think I'm gonna get some nice sporty leather driving gloves those Italian douche bags in the movies. Maybe get a little Alfa Romeo. Did you know the Alfa Romeo logo shows a snake with the dragon head eating a man? Bum luck indeed, right Dr WC?
Let the chosen ones take the wheel for a bit, powers that were. It's your turn to go to sleep. Give us pole position and will show you how those golf lessons are working out. Give us those privately negotiated sovereign rates and we'll get things going from the ground up. From a grassroots level. Will show you flower power marching to a military drum. Larry Mullen Jr., mate. God's marching band drummer.
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Back to the golf course and the tee box on hole one....So the group you're with nods sympathetically as they realize you just woke up from staying up late watching football all night. Understanding you didn't have time to hit a small bucket nor putt a few balls on the putting green. They can see that six pack stuffed into your bag. Realized you just started playing the game a few months ago. It's alright. We'll cut you some slack on this one, tincup. Go ahead. Take a mulligan. Oh, and Chi Chi.... don't f*** it up this time.
And that's the word
Heisenberg
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Long Time Comin'
Out where the creek turn shallow and sandy
And the moon comes skimmin' away the stars
When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops
Straight into my arms
Straight into my arms
I'm ridin' hard carryin' a cache of roses
A fresh map that I made
Now I'm gonna get birth naked and bury my old soul
And dance on it's grave
And dance on it's grave
It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
And now it's here
Well my daddy he was just a stranger
Lived in a hotel downtown
Well when I was a kid he was just somebody
Somebody I'd see around
Somebody I'd see around
Well now down below and pullin' on my shirt
Yeah I got some kids of my own
Well if I had one wish for you in this god forsaken world, kid
It'd be that your mistakes will be your own
That your sins will be your own
It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
And now it's here
(Whoaaa)
Out 'neath the arms of Cassiopeia*
Where the sword of Orion sweeps
It's me and you, Rosie, cracklin' like crossed wires
And you breathin' in your sleep
And you breathin' in your sleep
Well there's just a spark of a campfire left burnin'
Two kids in a sleeping bag beside
Reach 'neath your shirt, put my hands across your belly and feel
Another one kickin' inside
And I ain't gonna fuck it up this time
It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here