Dark Side of the Moon

"Race towards an early grave"

No prizes for guessing which band's CD I have playing at the moment.

I'm not feeling so chipper today hence me playing this particular CD. I think I'm feeling tired more than anything else though. I hate when Hubby works three day shifts in a row. (So does he, so we have something in common there). By the third day I feel completely exhausted and I am not even the one working the 12 hour shifts. In fact these days I don't even get up with him in the mornings. Instead I prepare his crib and work clothes the night before so all that he has to do is have a quick shower, take his crib out of the fridge and put it into his work bag and then wait for the boys to arrive to pick him up and drive out to the minesite. Because of my Seroquel induced sleep, I am barely even aware of him saying goodbye to me before he leaves. Such is life hey! Sometimes it feels like nothing more than a continuous cycle of mundane events.

Brain Damage

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon