a post of lyrics from a song "shields" by the uncanny big business.
thrones for the worthy, graves for the rest, as my friend moe once said. there are so many things i want to say in this that i just can't. words are failing at this point. maybe they know i have exhausted them. so, i will borrow words from loud riled up wild dudes in a band i love.


What could go wrong I can't count the number of ways You could be mauled or burned for starters You could still drown in knee deep waters That's enough to hold up and hide in this cave What could go wrong I can't count the number of ways You could be struck by lightning walking Look at the cross and your soul starts talking Nothing prepares you for the freeze that's coming I won't dare, I won't dare I think I feel a wicked breeze blowing I won't dare, I won't dare Nothing prepares you for the freeze that's coming I won't dare, I won't dare I think I feel a wicked breeze blowing I won't dare, I won't dare Nothing prepares you for the freeze that's coming Lights out and draw the curtains I got the means Wait patiently I won't dare, I won't dare Wait patiently Nothing prepares you for the breeze that's coming I won't care I won't care I think I feel a wicked breeze blowing I won't dare I won't dare Lie down and drown your good dreams I've got the means I won't dare I won't dare That's enough to hold up and hide in the shade Lie down and drown your good dreams Wait patiently--