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Two Jobs in One Year.

So I lost my job.

Again.

The one I thought I'd love.

But I lost it.

Only because I didn't want to be dragged along in part time until business picked up.

I've gone through the cycle, sadness to despair to anger to more anger.

And despite my lack of knowledge of the Grateful Dead, I heard this song on the radio today, and had to smile:

Must be getting early, clocks are running late.
Paint my love a morning sky, its all cold.
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains I dont care, but its all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

I see youve got your list out, say your piece and kiss off.
Guess I get the gist of it, but its all right
Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way.
Every silver linings got a touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

Its a lesson to me, the ablers and the beggars and the thieves
The abcs we all think of, try to win a little love.

I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
Its even worse than it appears, but its all right

Cow is giving kerosene, kid cant read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but its all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

Shoe is on the hand that fits, thats all there really is to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, but its all right

Oh well a touch of grey, kinda suits you anyway,
Thats all I had to say, but its all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

Its a lesson to me, the devils and the east and the free
The abcs we all must face, try to save a little grace.

Thanks Jerry Garcia.

And hey, it's better than that Gloria Gaynor song, right?

Comments

Hang in there. Bad luck, but what are you gonna do?
I remember one night when I lived in Florida I hit a serious melancholy and the Travelling Wliburys came on the radio with "End of the Line" - you know, the "Well it's allllllllright" song? It's pretty much an Edwards family anthem. And out of the blue this song was on the radio. It did wonders.

If you were feeling the Dead on this cold Northeastern week, try "Ripple" next. It has magical healing powers.
Travis said…
Ouch. Sorry man.

Sounds like it's time to offer advertising on TFA, eh what? ;)
Anonymous said…
I was just enjoying "We Carry On" by McGraw for the similar reason, driving home, way too late from work, burned out and still totally behind.

Sometimes God breaks us down to build us up again. At least, I hope.

mjw (blogger beta is messing up my comment account?!)

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