In the darkness the trees are full of starlight (henwy) wrote,
In the darkness the trees are full of starlight
henwy

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Another day of rat chopping

There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl
And he's always at home with his back to the wall
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost
And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
And likes to be known as the angry young man

Give a moment or two to the angry young man
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand
He's been stabbed in the back he's been misunderstood
It's a comfort to know his intentions are good
And he sits in his room with a lock on the door
With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor
And he likes to be known as the angry young man

I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too
I had my pointless point of view
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right

And there's always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand
And he's never been able to learn from mistakes
So he can't understand why his heart always breaks
And his honor is pure and his courage is well
And he's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell
And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man

Yes there's always a place for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl
And he's always at home with his back to the wall
And he's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost
And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross
And likes to be known as the angry young man


Every step, another day, a litter of bloody rat corpses stretched out behind you to the horizon. I haven't been sleeping very well due to various issues and ended up waking up today a couple hours before when I would normally get up. Having nothing more interesting to do I went to the computer, tossed every MP3 I have into winamp and set it to shuffle, no doubt ticking off anyone who might still have been sleeping in the neighboring apartments. I remember a while back thinking that if every person has a theme song than billy joel's angry young man may just qualify as mine. I relate to the rage and conviction and in the end, the uselessness and absurdity of it all. It might be nice to be valjean instead of javert, but sometimes you've just seen too much and cynicism has a death grip on your soul.

I was going to say that ignorance is bliss...but that would really be shortchanging and maligning those people who still have managed to hold on to faith. It's easy to dismiss those who stride ahead in the sunshine as merely being blind to reality, hapless and ignorant to the way things are. For some, perhaps they've managed to forge past, seeing the length and width of the world and still make it to the other side with their flame alight.

I guess in the end it dosen't really matter. For the time being it's still one foot in front of the other and a trail of corpses behind.
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