…that warrants serious consideration by us all.
Forewarned is forearmed, people!
I cannot WAIT until this thing comes out…
So I’ve had hess two songs bouncing back and forth in my head since…oh, Tuesday morning or so. I’ve been a fan of both bands for like, 20 years, so it’s not like it’s anything new.
Getting barred from the White House is like being blackballed at the Playboy Club. There are definite advantages to having your name on the Ugly List in places like that.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72
THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)
By William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
1794
New AT-AT toy. There are pictures, somewhere, of 3 or 4 year old me wrapped around it, dead asleep, on a Christmas night. I might even want to give one of these to my baby brother…