Joe Pug: Call It What You Will

“I call today a disaster,
she calls it December the third
Call it what you will, I’m heartbroken still
Words are just words”
“I call today a disaster,
she calls it December the third
Call it what you will, I’m heartbroken still
Words are just words”
“Well they hung him from the gallows
As the sun turned red from yellow
The crowd they heard him halting
And they sighed with much relief”
“Bare breasted, you make love in the turret
I feel each single thrust that you take
And in silence I watch on from the bastion
Entranced, I make myself look away”
“A Friday night, killer queens
Hop a train, on the scene
All the band, is in the wild
Don’t you dare touch the dial”
“We can go to Paris, go to bed
It’s all a crazy trip
But life ain’t about what you do
It’s who you do it with”
“Are you having any fun?
What you getting out of living?
Who cares for what you’ve got if you’re not having any fun?”
“And so, Sally can wait
She knows it’s too late as she’s walking on by
My soul slides away
But ‘Don’t look back in anger,’ I heard you say”
“All my senses come to life
While I’m stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I’ll never leave again
‘Cause you are the only one”
“Hey angel, consider your position
Framed to be consumed
Savory
Savoring your sympathy”
“Bones, sinking like stones
All that we fought for
Homes, places we’ve grown
All of us are done for”
“Your fear of the leading light
if they are with you and your heart won’t fail
To see through a fearless eye
and know that danger finally goes away”
“Well there were days when you thought you’d just go under
And the weekends you never understood
When you flew from the bar only 17
You didn’t bleed, and no one ever thought you would”
“How much of my mother has my mother left in me?
How much of my love will be insane to some degree?
And what about this feeling that I’m never good enough?
Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?”
On my previous attempts at running, I took it on as a kind of adversarial task. I was trying to grind out the run, I was trying to endure the act of running.
My prior attempts/experiences with running were basically: run and keep running, for as long as you can. Try to ignore any pain or discomfort, and just push through it to keep running. My soundtrack reflected this.
“Late night
One more glass of wonder
Make a good night
Maybe we could stay up till the daylight
Steady in the movement of the stars”