Staring at the Sun

My friend Ross (known on the DAMU as Solistics) told me that the key to a successful blog is to write often. I agree. No offense to my blog friends who update once a quarter (ahembelajacough!), but I am always excited to read updated blogs, even if it's just a quick hello or thought of the day.

I don't have anything really thoughtful to write about at the moment, so I thought I would share some lyrics. I love music, and I love lyrics, hence my frist blog post with Insanity. I especially love lyrics that I can identify with. Equality used to do NOM song of the week on his blog (I think he should start that back up). I may do something similar, but not in a regular fashion. It may be 3 times a week, or it may be once a month. Who knows. I'll post them when I'm inspired.

I dedicate these lyrics to my DAMU friends:

Staring at the Sun by U2
(in my opinion, the only really good song from Pop)

Summer stretching on the grass
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree
Creeps a-crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God's glue
It's gonna get stickier too.
It's been a long hot summer
Let's get under cover
Don't try too hard to think
Don't think at all.

I'm not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you take a look inside.
Not just deaf and dumb
I'm staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who's happy to go blind.

There's an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won't disappear.
It's gonna itch and burn and sting
Do you wanna see what the scratching brings!
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach.
Will we ever live in peace?
'Cause those that can't do often have to
And those that can't do often have to preach

To the ones staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'll find if you took a look inside.
Not just deaf and dumb, staring at the sun
I'm not the only one who'd rather go blind.

Intransigence in all around
Military's still in town
Armour plated suits and ties
Daddy just won't say goodbye
Referee won't blow the whistle.
God is good but will he listen?
I'm nearly great but there's something missing.
I left it in the duty free,
Oh, though you never really belonged to me.

You're not the only one staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you stepped back inside.
I'm not sucking my thumb, staring at the sun
Not the only one who's happy to go blind.