Good evening fellow moonlight travelers - welcome to a fresh episode. I've had a forlorn, foreboding feeling ever since Obama took office. I'm not sure people understand how bad a mess we've gotten ourselves into, not just with regard to the collapsing economy, but also the whacked-out climate. One thing in common with the two is a sense of personal contribution. I bought into the conspicuous consumption just like everyone else, only I knew better. So does that make me even worse? See below the fold for Beck's musical accompaniment to this psychological query...
treated you like a rusty blade
a throwaway from an open grave
cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go
and on the day you said it's true
some love holds, some gets used
tried to tell you i never knew
it could be so sweet
who could ever be so cruel,
blame the devil for the things you do
its such a selfish way to lose
the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues
tell me that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
but my own
that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
but my own
when the moon is a counterfeit
better find the one that fits
better find the one that lights
the way for you
when the road is full of nails,
garbage pails and darkened jails
and their tongues are full of heartless tales
that drain on you
who would ever notice you
you fade into a shaded room
it's such a selfish lose
the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues
tell me that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
but my own...
Nobody's Fault But My Own