Perhaps it's just because I'm a child of the 80s, and because being in a funk makes me all reminiscent, but I'm listening to all sorts of crap 80s music - one song in particular came on tonight: Simple Minds -- Don't You (Forget About Me); A/K/A "That song that plays at the end of The Breakfast Club".
I mention this to someone... and they tell me they've never seen The Breakfast Club.
So I must now ask:
HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU NOT HAVE SEEN THE FUCKING BREAKFAST CLUB?? How How How?
Am i really that fucking old?
Is that really not The Best Teen Movie Ever?
Are you, all ofyou, not at least one of the characters?
Maybe not seeing the breakfast club is a gay thing...
Sometimes we find inspiration in the oddest music. Spoken words on the subject of war and warriors.
Warrior - Steve Earle
This is the best time of the day -- the dawn, the final cleansing breath unsullied yet by acrid fume or death’s cacophony the rank refuse of unchained ambition.
And pray, deny me not but know me now, your faithful retainer stands resolute to serve his liege lord without recompense, perchance to fall and perish namelessly.
No flag-draped bier or muffled drum to set the cadence for a final dress parade.
But it was not always thus—remember?
Once you worshipped me and named me a god in many tongues and made offering lest I exact too terrible a tribute .
[ Interlude ]
Take heed for I am weary, ancient and decrepit now and my time grows short:
There are no honorable frays to join only mean death dealt out in dibs and dabs or horror unleashed from across oceans.
Assail me not with noble policy for I care not at all for platitude and surrender such tedious detail to greater minds than mine and nimbler tongues singular in their purpose and resolve and presuming to speak for everyman .
[ Interlude ]
Oh, for another time, a distant field, and there a mortal warrior’s lonely grave;
But duty charges me remain until the end: the last battle of the last war .
Until that ‘morrow render unto me that which is mine my stipend well deserved -- The fairest flower of your progeny your sons, your daughters, your hopes and your dreams, the cruel consequence of your conceit