Coffee is for closers

Man... craziness all around, yo. Paid off OU, had some more weird drama w/ the ex, earned my damn coffee. I still have to pay my $50 ticket to City of Norman for my expired tag, but other than that my money is earmarked for tuition, beer, books, beer, a new pair of drumsticks, and maybe gas. Cars don't do beer.

At least I'm getting some entertaining song material out of all this mess.

Judgment Day
(lyrics, music Cameron Ferguson)

"Meet me down in Gunning Park" --
That's what the message said
"Don't show 'til after dark,
I'll be waiting there in red"
So now I'm here and
Your logic is relentless
Was it your plan to overwhelm
My ailing common senses?

You talk in declarations like
A well-hung gallows humorist
But I'm sick of the presumption
I want a life that's rumorless
What's this curtness? What's this coyness?
I've never seen a soul so joyless
Now that you've got my attention
I think you know what's best unmentioned

[pre-chorus 1]
Who died and made you God?
Now Jehovah's rubbing out witnesses
If this is your new job
I must question your fitness for it

What's your sickness? What's your standard?
What's your rush to reclaim my hand?
I stand before you and walk away
On Judgment Day

It's not quite a love of labor
Hanging on your every word
If you mean to leave me shaken
You don't even get me stirred
The spirit isn't able, though
The flesh is somewhat willing
If the customer's always wrong
You stand to make a killing

Now you're mixing metaphors
Like a drunken verbal bartender
Stringing 'em together in scores
So that I might surrender
What's this terseness? What's this tartness?
I've never heard a plea so artless
If this is some staring contest,
You might want to re-examine the context

[pre-chorus 2]
Who died and made you God?
Now Jehovah's counting his prophets
If it's hurting to hold on
Then I suggest you drop it

[ref.]

{bridge}
Oh, silence -- oh, solitude
I remember when you had your chance
You always blunted my advances
You were never really in the mood

[pre-chorus 3]
Who died and made you God?
Is your racket resurrection?
Is it always like you to
Strip away your own protection?

[ref.]

Aaaaaaand scene.

I've kind of entered a state of grace with lyrics of late. Vocal melodies, too. Music... eh, nothing is easy all the time.

Time to eat, sleep, and have some coffee.