The Unforgiven III

It’s no secret I love Metallica, and it’s mostly for the musical side of it (and James Hetfield is oh so pretty!), but for some reason I am starting to pay more attention to the lyrics and am putting this one on repeat today… so tragic and beautiful. My favorite line is “How can I be lost, when I’ve got nowhere to go?”. In a way, it has me wondering how we can apply this idea to the gospel and those without hope… Just thought I’d share.

The Unforgiven III (from the Death Magnetic album)

How could he know
This new dawn’s light
Would change his life forever?

Set sail to sea
But pulled off course
By the light of golden treasure

Was he the one causing pain
With his careless dreaming?
Been afraid
Always afraid
Of the things he’s feeling

He could just be gone
He would just sail on
He’ll just sail on

How can I be lost,
If I’ve got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it’s got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
And how can I blame you
When it’s me I can’t forgive?

These days drift on
Inside a fog
It’s thick and suffocating

His sinking life
Outside it’s hell
Inside, intoxication

He’s run aground
Like his life
Water much too shallow

Slipping fast
Down with his ship
Fading in the shadows

Now a castaway
They’ve all gone away
They’ve gone away

How can I be lost
If I’ve got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it’s got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
And how can I blame you
When it’s me I can’t forgive?

Forgive me
Forgive me not
Forgive me
Forgive me not
Forgive me
Forgive me not
Forgive me
Forgive me
Why can’t I forgive me?

(Solo)

Set sail to sea
But pulled off course
By the light of golden treasure

How could he know
This new dawn’s light
Would change his life forever?

How can I be lost,
If I’ve got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it’s got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
So how can I blame you
When it’s me I can’t forgive?

Funny Friday

If you’ve ever had to endure the air travel system in the United States, you’ll get a kick out of this.

Only in America…

My mother is probably the only other person who will appreciate this list, but I’m sharing it anyway. Not growing up in The States gave me a broader perspective of the world, and while there are things I LOVED about ex-pat living, coming home was always the highlight of my year. Enjoy!

 -        Sno cone stands

-        Sonic happy hour

-        ice cream trucks

-        Carrie Underwood

-        Taco Bueno

-        DR. PEPPER! And Doritos that don’t cost $9 a bag

-        access to good education

-        the fact that if you work hard and treat people right, you can make it, and the fact that you made it doesn’t have to make you a different person.

-        The fact that you can better other people’s lives by enriching your own.

-        The fact that we are free to be what we are- and others are free to disagree or criticize you for it.

-        Bath and Body Works

-     drinking out of a water fountain without getting diarrhea for a week.

-     Thanksgiving turkeys that don’t taste like fish (and for that matter, Thanksgiving at all!).

-     Cold Christmases

-     Fireworks on the lake on our Independence Day.

-     Good health care.

-     Access to my own vehicle, sparing me from a sweltering bus ride, standing up next to a woman who has never shaved her armpits in her LIFE, whose only safety measure for this mode of transportation is to hold the bar above her head.

-     The fact that no one here celebrates their anniversary by hiring a mariachi band to “serenade” them the entire time the sun is sleeping, aka ALL.NIGHT.LONG.

-     The fact that policemen are really there to protect the people, and aren’t just out to get as much bribe money as possible, including personal checks (which my mother wrote to a policeman TWICE in Mexico- and they cashed them!).

-     Air conditioning

-     fabric softener

-     Country music

 This world of ours is full of wonderful people and beautiful places. I found all of these and more in every country I have lived in or visited. I found that no matter where you go, it’s the people that matter the most… but anytime I encountered something like real Doritos or heard Shania Twain on the radio, I’d get a whiff of home, and a picture of the people I loved who were still there.

 The list goes on, and I’d love to hear from you.  What are some of the things you love about being in America/typical American fare?