So human

So after calculating how many things I had to do in the next four months and noticing that it was impossible to do half of them, I think I've done the rational thing this morning. Two cups of coffee, a nice run (5 more glasses of wine just today and no evangelists in sight!), and a nice email to one of my granting agencies asking if they won't please just consider extending my deadline by, oh, a year. They'll probably laugh, but it felt good just to ask. So now it's 11 am and that paper I have to write is clearly not getting too far today. So I might as well just post my favourite set of lyrics of the day so far, and go get some more coffee (and a shower.......phew!).

What if

Lucinda Williams

I shudder to think
What it would mean
If the president wore pink
Or if a prostitute was queen
What would happen then
How would the world change
If thick became thin
And the world was rearranged
If the rains brought down the moon
And daylight was feared
And the sun rose too soon
And then just disappeared
If dogs became kings
And the Pope chewed gum
And hobos had wings
And God was a bum
If houses became trees
And flowers turned to stone
And there were no families
And people lived alone
If buildings started laughing
And windows cried
And feet started clapping
And out came inside
If mountains fell in slivers
And the sky began to bleed
And blood filled up the rivers
And prisoners were freed
If the stars fell apart
And the ocean dried up
And the world was one big heart
And decided to stop
If children grew up happier
And they could run with the wolves
And they never felt trapped
Or hungry or unloved
If cats walked on water
And birds had bank accounts
And we loved one another
In equal amounts


God, I'm posting lyrics now. I guess that's what old guys do in spring when there's no hope their bodies will give them as much sex as their minds would like to have.