Sunday, September 20, 2009

Zombiepocalypse Metal

I work and think and work some more on deep, philosophical posts about Problems Of The Day, and get zero comments. I post about automatic shotguns for the Zombiepocalypse, and get comments galore.

It sometimes seems like nobody cares about my Deep Thinking. Y'all are here for zombies, shotguns, and Johnny Cash.

Well OK, then. It's not Johnny Cash, but it's a dang fine song for seeing off the legions of the undead, and recommended by #1 Son to boot. Offered for your consideration, Avenged Sevenfold:



Afterlife (Songwriters: Baker, Zachary James; Haner, Brian Elwin Jr; Sanders, Matthew Charles; Sullivan, James Owen)
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen
so unsure but it seems, ’cause we’ve been waiting for you
Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway

I see a distant light, but girl this can't be right
Such a surreal place to see so how did this come to be
Arrived too early

And when I think of all the places I just don't belong
I've come to grips with life and realize this is going too far

I don't belong here, we gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife
’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here

A place of hope and no pain, perfect skies with no rain
Can leave this place but refrain, ’cause we've been waiting for you
Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway

This peace on earth's not right (with my back against the wall)
No pain or sign of time (I’m much too young to fall)
So out of place don't wanna stay, I feel wrong and that's my sign
I've made up my mind

Gave me your hand but realize I just wanna say goodbye
Please understand I have to leave and carry on my own life

I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife
’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here
Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you
This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might
take me back inside when the time is right

Loved ones back home all crying ’cause they're already missing me
I pray by the grace of God that there's somebody listening
Give me a chance to be that person I wanna be
(I am unbroken; I’m choking on this ecstasy)
Oh Lord I'll try so hard but you gotta let go of me
(Unbreak me, unchain me, I need another chance to live)

3 comments:

Bob S. said...

My story is that your deep philosophical posts are so deep that I'm still thinking of a reply, even days/weeks later.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Buck said...

Reading you deep thoughts are fine but I just hate posting comments because I can't type with crap.

Borepatch said...

Bob, heh.

Buck, you know sometimes it seems that way here. 'Course if you read for a few days, you'll see that ... :-/