A bit of music as I experiment with things.

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It's another good day.  I probably pushed a bit yesterday, and I haven't refilled my empty medicine container for the next two weeks, so haven't taken my medicine today.  Well, and I woke quite late.  The four to five drinks I had over the course of the evening probably helped me break.  It wasn't so much the medicines that are pushing, as it is getting out and 'heating up the engine'.  I had a relatively long day yesterday.  As such, coming down is always difficult.  Oh, but I sure enjoy a toot now and again.  More so a mild set.  Aye, but I've already had my first coffee so I'll be coming around again before long.

Ah, but music.  Nothing heavy, or purposeful.  Prophecy and power and love are for other days.  No, just something to wrap the mind and body in a glove of nostalgia, or comfort of other sorts.  Or at least what passes for such around these parts.  I suppose this is what you get when you imbue a blue collar man with an academic and moral learning?  Nothing ever comes out perfectly, it, like old film, just produces what was put on it.  And who has ever been able to account for taste?  Never mind.  Oh, and nothing too raucous.  I'm just not up for that today either. 

Just an oldie that strikes a mood from time to time.

While this song just goes as fluff, it was quite a powerful song in it's time.  In an age when nuclear war was a shadow that haunted many minds, coming from a country ripped in half and a border where it would start, across the no-man's land of that border in which many people were murdered by one state trying to keep their "citizens" from escaping.  It's a very sad song from a time most don't remember and can't really understand merely from reading.

Oh, sure, I razz women.  They way they think, or fail to consider, how they do things and why.  In the right situation, in my humble opinion, like the chicken they can't really be defeated.  The trick is to let them play for you, not against you.  Let what they can do be used beside what you can do.  Then it is all win.  Like two mules on a cart.  If they can't move together, in the same direction, no work gets done.  If... it's not all about work, if work isn't always work, either.  This song just... reminds me of womanly ways and notions in some general way.

Later.