I ain’t into rap and hip-hop, but a quick browse of a story in The Stranger introduced me to some lyrics that I immediately identified with. It’s titled Blame College.
They sold us all a dream
A life full of debt and misery
Higher ed is racket. It’s nice to see others calling them out. More and more folks need to wake up to the reality.
ajh
LIFE IS STRANGE.
Death may be even stranger.
I’m not in heaven — yet. But I’ve been listening to quite a bit of David Bowie since his death.
I basically ignored him and his music while he was alive, which was a big mistake on my part. We had, and have, more in common than I ever realized.
I always thought of him as strange and a freak. And he was both, and much more. But that doesn’t mean he and his talent should be neglected.
Bowie was a rebel, and I like a bit of rebellion from time to time myself. He was unique. We all are.
A fella in high school, tall and talented himself, reminds me of him. He was odd and rebellious as well. One of my brother’s friends.
I was listening to Bowie’s song Lazarus today and the lyrics got me to thinking.
I’ve got scars that can’t be seen
I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen
Unlike him, not everyone knows me. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Look up here, man, I’m in danger
I’m in danger, too. Don’t look up, though. I’m not there. I’m down here. Down below.
Or is it all in my head?
I’ve got nothing left to lose
Nothing left to lose. Yeah, me too.
Laz-a-rus. Rising from the dead. Now, that’s a nifty trick.
There are always lessons to be learned, some harder than others.
Godspeed, Mr. Bowie. I hope you’ve met HIM.
ajh
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