On the day before the (arguably) most important election of my lifetime, I find myself pacing and restless and a little unsure of what to do with myself. I just got back from Trader Joe's to do some shopping for a little election night get together we're having with West Coast family members tomorrow night. We've invited them over to either share in the joy or surround ourselves with loved ones as we commiserate. But truth be told, I'm not really even able to contemplate that latter possibility.
On my way back from Trader Joe's, I was listening to my ipod when Duran Duran's "Finest Hour" came on. It's a gorgeous (California) fall day and I rolled down the windows and opened the sun roof and cranked the volume. And so, because I am not nearly so eloquent as Barack Obama and his speech writers, I will leave you all with simply the words to this song.
How does it feel out on the ice?
You speak to the crowd but nobody hears
It's not a dream and you are no Christ
So don't be alone, come in from the fear
Gonna take it back, take back the life that you want to lead
Been under quiet attack, but now it's time for you and me
If we're gonna take it back, you've got to fight for what you believe
Gonna make this stand the finest hour that we see
When did our choice become erased?
Where is the violence in this crowd?
Now that the voice has been replaced
With a silence that screams out loud
Gonna take it back, take back the life that you want to lead
Been under quiet attack, but now it's time for you and me
If we're gonna take it back, you've got to fight for what you believe
Gonna make this stand the finest hour that we see
Hey, it's less cheesy than posting the lyrics to "One Day More" from Les Miserables.
