It is absurd in a dubious kind of way, the need to fit in with simulated norms. I don’t care anymore if the jukebox plays a re-mix of this fucked up excuse for a life.
The nightbird does not bend beneath such sorrow, soaring high above the smoke-filled bordellos, She knows no fear of being crushed beneath the one-eyed monster’s armadillo-skinned boot.
I lay here all but empty – shamefully waiting for the scent of homemade soap, and the primal thrust of a hot starched pistol, Though I’ve not a pound of flesh left to give.
I’m swept high upon a ribbon that swirls in the turbulent eddies she leaves behind, Catching glimpses of freedom in the pull of her wake. Below my battered shell awaits, unsure if I’ll return.
Family gathered in a circle, arms crossed and hands clasped together. Frantically we assemble as the anticipation builds… 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 – “Happy New Year!” …and then the room breaks into song, “Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind…”
Auld Lang Syne
Scottish Traditional (Robert Burns)
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
Chorus
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!
and surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
sin auld lang syne.
Chorus
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!
and gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.
Chorus
Modern
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
Chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you'll buy your pint cup!
and surely I'll buy mine!
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
Chorus
We two have run about the hills,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we've wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.
Chorus
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.
Chorus
And there's a hand my trusty friend!
And give us a hand o' thine!
And we'll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.
Chorus
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