we do it everyday

Brett Dennen - Ain't No Reason (Official Single Video)

There ain't no reason things are this way.

It's how they always been and they intend to stay.

I can't explain why we live this way.

We do it every day.

Preachers on the podium speaking of saints.

Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change.

Old ladies laughing from the fire escape,

Cursing my name.

I gotta a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same,

A window and a pigeon with a broken wing,

You can spend your whole life working for something,

Just to have it taken away.

People walk around pushing back their debts,

Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets,

Talking about nothing, not thinking about death,

Every little heartbeat, every little breath.

People walk a tightrope on a razors edge.

Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons.

It could be a bomb, or a bullet, or a pen,

Or a thought, or a word, or a sentence.

There ain't no reason things are this way.

Its how they've always been and they intend to stay.

I don't know why I say the things I say,

But I say them anyway.

But love will come set me free.

Love will come set me free, I do believe.

Love will come set me free, I know it will.

Love will come set me free, yes.

Prison walls still standing tall.

Some things never change at all.

Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all.

Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all.

Working your fingers bare to the bone.

Breaking' your back, make you sell your soul.

Like a lung, it's filled with coal,

Suffocating slow.

The wind blows wild and I may move.

But politicians lie and I am not fooled.

You don't need no reason or a three piece suit,

To argue the truth.

The air on my skin and the world under my toes

Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes

Chaos and commotion wherever I go,

Love I try to follow.

Love will come set me free

Love will come set me free, I do believe

Love will come set me free, I know it will

Love will come set me free, yes

There ain't no reason things are this way.

Its how they've always been and they intend to stay.

I can't explain why we live this way.

We do it every day.

Sunday CatCam

I thought I'd see what the "magic movie" feature on the Flip camera turned out -- and it's fine, I suppose.  It's also kind of hard to screw up video of a bunch o'cats.  (It *did* botch the list of credits, but -- again -- it's a matter of crediting a bunch o'cats, so no big whoop.) 

The song is "Love Will Guide You Home" by Deadman.

Anyway, at least there are shots of the recently departed Uncle Kitty Big Balls, and even a few of the Reclusive Marmy Fluffy Butt.  Dobby, Our Little Idiot, is, of course, everywhere, and there's plenty of footage of our newest inmate, Buddy the Kitten.  Despite "Buddy" being his official moniker, I cannot seem to stop calling him "Numbnut." I am also calling Dobby "Sammy," and anyone who will listen is liable to hear "Little Boy."

You there!  Feline! 

[I know it's not fair to compare but I surely do miss Sammy.  Now *that* was a mighty fine cat.]

Even though the music ended up overlain so as to drown out the inevitable squeaks and moans that I seem to always add to a soundtrack, it was actually playing while Buddy the Kitten was lullabied to sleep. He seems to like Brett Dennen's voice, find it relaxing. Me, too.


I just didn't want you to hurt yourself trying to figure out some significance to this music being paired with pictures of a kitten snoozing.