Monday morning

[dira]

I told iuliamentis that, since daveamongus and I both had to work this morning, we certainly wouldn't stay up talking until two. And I was right. We very sensibly turned in at 1:45.

This morning we both had to leave about the same time, so for once I wound up getting up on time, and found myself actually wide awake and listening to Ordinary Town by Tracy Grammer & Dave Carter (the same artists who did "The Mountain," which astolat and melina123 vidded for LotR, and whose CD I'm probably going to have to crack and actually buy soon) and I realized that it would make a great Wilby Wonderful vid, if only for the chance to make a Paul Gross meta-joke by using Buddy for the line about Jesus.

Also, it's a lovely song.



Common cool, he was a proud young fool in a kick-ass wal-mart tie
Rippin down the main drag, trippin on the headlights rollin by
In the early dawn when the cars were gone, did he hear the master's call?
In the five-and-dime did he wake and find he was only dreamin after all, 'cause

This is an ordinary town and the prophet stands apart
This is an ordinary town and we brook no wayward heart
And every highway leads you prodigal back home
To the ordinary sidewalks you were born to roam

Rock of ages, love contagious, shine the serpent fire
So sang the sage of sixteen summers in the upstairs choir
So sang the old dog down the street beside his wailing wall
"Go home, go home" the mayor cried when jesus came to city hall, 'cause

This is an ordinary town, and the prophet stands alone
This is an ordinary town and we crucify our own
And every highway leads you prodigal again
To the ordinary houses you were brought up in

Raised on hunches and junk food lunches and punch-drunk ballroom steps
You get to believing you're even-steven with the kids at fast track prep
So you dump your bucks on a velvet tux and you run to join the dance
But your holy shows and the romans know you're just a child of
Circumstance, 'cause

This is an ordinary town and the prophet has no face
This is an ordinary town and the seasons run in place
And every highway leads you prodigal and true
To the ordinary angels watchin over you



(I'm sneaking in this post's requisite House content by GIPping my new Chase-with-a-urine-sample-cup icon made by purdyweasel over at houseicons. Hi, Chase. I still love you even if you make me write 5500 words of gen in one weekend.)