It's Profanity Monday Again!

[a recurring feature incorporating slightly naughty but estimably relevant quotes of a probably inapproriate nature]

Dispensing with the attempts at irony....

Our selection today is from a Jewel song. There--i said it. Right out loud.

We fly out of London again today. Going back.

When i first learned the words to this one i was working in an winter-gray Chicago cubicle, dreaming of getting out. When i first learned to play it i was sitting shirtless in The Gambia's humid evening warmth, relaxing on the floor of our DTS house each night to soak in the cool. Poetry it ain’t, but it says some things. All the louder, as ever, when you read between the lines. As a more subtle not-poet has put it, you can get what's second best, but it's hard to get enough....

Plus, if you add up the first letters of every seventh word, it spells out a really funny vulgar acrostic.

...Till We Run Out Of Road

It’s leaving time again. I’m
Headed out with all my friends
It’s a roll of the dice - i’ve never
Thought twice about the way i’ve been spending my time
Drying my guts out for every dime
Working in an office building tall, don’t know
Who’s next to you at all, but
Being out here, the blood, the guts, the beer,
Is a test. Only time will tell.
It brings you close, man, closer than hell
We’re leaving, leaving again. Can’t recall where all we’ve been
I guess we’ll just go, till we get too old or we run out of road
The other day i talked to Luke.
He quit back in ’92
Says he misses the band, those were
The best times he ever had
He said, give ’em hell till the end,
Cuz once you quit, you can’t get back again….
Expensive cabs and shitty food washed down with canceled flights
Can’t make up those missed holidays; you miss your boy and wife
And oh, the late night drives, they cause dawn to strike you like a knife--
Hey, man.
This is a beautiful life.

About the acrostic: just kidding.