Thor’s Day

It is the day of Thunder. Queue up AC/DC’s Thunderstruck and crank it up!

Today on my luncheon walk I had my favorite Steve Taylor album playing. Squint is the name of the album, and i love every song on it. There is one that really stands out… Smug:

All you smug-starved millions in the thick of the search
Welcome to our church
Whatcha want to solve?
We can help you evolve from merely self-righteous
To perfectly smug
 
But the song that makes me pause and reflect is The Finish Line:

Once upon an average morn
An average boy was born
For the second time

Prone upon the altar there
He whispered up the prayer
He’d kept hid inside

The vision came, he saw the odds
A hundred little gods
On a gilded wheel

“These will vie to take your place,
But Father, by your grace
I will never kneel”

And I saw you, upright and proud
And I saw you wave to the crowd
And I saw you laughing out loud
At the Philistines

And I saw you brush away rocks
And I saw you pull up your socks
And I saw you out of the blocks
For the finish line

The song starts out clean and melodic but progressively gets grungier:

Darkness falls, the devil stirs
And as your vision blurs
You start stumbling

The heart is weak, the will is gone
And every strong conviction
Comes tumbling down

Malice rains, the acid guile
Is sucking at your shoes
While the mud is fresh

It floods the trail, it bleeds you dry
As every little god
Buys its pound of flesh

And I saw you licking your wounds
And I saw you weave your cocoons
And I saw you changing your tunes
For the party line

And I saw you welsh on old debts
I saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes
And you hemmed and you hawed and you hedged all your bets
Waiting for a sign

Let’s wash our hands
As we throw little fits
Let’s all wash our hands
As we curse hypocrites

We’re locked in the washroom
Turning old tricks
Deaf and joyless
And full of it

I often see it as a reflection of my own life… so the ending is important

The vision came, he saw the odds
A hundred little gods
On a gilded wheel

“These have tried to take your place,
But Father, by your grace
I will never kneel
I will never kneel”

Off in the distance, bloodied but wise
As you squint with the light
Of the truth in your eyes

And I saw you, both hands were raised
And I saw your lips move in praise
And I saw you steady your gaze
For the finish line

Every idol like dust
A word scattered them all
And I rose to my feet
When you scaled the last wall

And I gasped
When I saw you fall
In his arms
At the finish line

Give it a listen

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