How Cruel Is The Golden Rule

Strange, but true.

This week our blog-off was all about golden and I thought long and hard about what I wanted to say. I wrote my post, I read the other blog-off posts and now I’m watching the votes roll in on those same posts.

Last week, I got a box of cd’s from my sister-in-law who manages a record store, and one of them included the new Fall Out Boy. I popped it into my car cd player and track six just stuck in my head and I’ve been playing it on repeat for the last three days.

Today I pulled open my iTunes and started playing the song only to stop dead at the title of the song- Golden. It’s a strange strange world.

How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
And though I carry karats for everyone to see

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me

Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my tears
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
And though I carry karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me

And pray they don’t grow up to be me

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