Misschien ben ik wat hard voor Chicago. Feit is dat we hier in een absolute snertbuurt wonen. Qua criminialiteit en gevaar valt het wel mee. Er lopen veel vreemde tiesten rond, veel bedelaars en dronkaards, maar echte zware jongens of gang members vind je hier niet. Maar de levenskwaliteit is gewoon niet erg hoog in onze buurt. Veel arme Mexicaanse immigranten die zich de pleuris werken,
jonge moeders en jonge koppels die hier voor minder geld ruimer kunnen wonen, eigenlijk een allegaartje van mensen die overleven, maar niet veel meer. Er valt gewoon niet veel te beleven. Veel armoede, weinig gemeenschap. Terwijl de buurt best veel potentieel heeft, dicht bij het meer en zo, maar er moet nog veel veranderen. Nu ja, wij wachten er in ieder geval niet op en tellen de dagen af tot we hier weg kunnen.

Uiteraard dwaalde de conversatie al vlug af richting presidentsverkiezingen. Rond de tafel zaten allemaal verstandige mensen (mezelf niet meegerekend), proffen die in hun professioneel bestaan toch een gezonde dosis cynisme, of toch minstens scepsis, aan de dag moeten leggen. En toch was een voor een gewonnen voor Obama en zijn enthousiasme, en zijn boodschap van hoop en verandering. Een paar waren zelfs overgestoken van het Hillary kamp. Een teken aan de wand, me dunkt, dat de boodschap van Obama echt iedereen bereikt. Als we de polls mogen geloven snoept hij dan ook in elk segment van de bevolking kiezers af van Hillary.

Eentje echter, een vrouwelijke prof (proffe?), die zowel als journalist als onderzoekster deze verkiezingen op de voet volgt en erbij was in New Hampshire en elders, een zeer intelligente dame die veel interessants wist te vertellen over de ins and outs van dit hele proces, bleef echter Hillary de voorkeur geven. Ze heeft ze allebei live aan het werk gezien, en voor haar pakte Obama niet. "I went in, ready to drink the drink the cool aid," vertelde ze me, "but it just did not do it." En dan heeft dat enthousiasme wel iets bevreemdends , en misschien zelfs beangstigend. Volgens haar is Hillary super intelligent en heeft Obama nog niet een klaar en duidelijk idee geformuleerd dat zijn retoriek van hoop en verandering substanie geeft. Aan de andere kant, verkiezingen worden gewonnem door het hart van de kiezer te winnen, niet het brein. Anders had Joe Biden het allicht verder geschopt in deze race, want volgens mij had die echt wel goede ideeen.

Volgens mij is dit echter een gelopen race. met de Clintons weet je natuurlijk nooit, maar de Obama trein valt volgens mij al lang niet mer te stoppen. He can only lose if he is found in bed with a dead girl or a live boy.

My very first memory of Central Park was a tape recording we had of the final concert of Simon and Garfunkel (which I always referred to as Simon and Garknuffel as a kid- you have to speak Dutch to get how cute this mispronounciation really was), which was recorded in central park. As a kid, I remember not quite understanding how one could have a big concert in a park, I did not even really know what a park was, being the country boy that I was. Walking around in central park 25 years later, I could imagine it a bit better, trying to reclaim a memory that wasn't mine to begin with.

Ik zie er het nut niet van in om hier mijn kijk te geven op de verkiezingscampagnes, die kunnen in Vlaanderen bijna even goed gevolgd worden als hier, dus zoek het zelf maar uit. Ik ben ook niet meer zo gefascineerd door de Amerikaanse politiek als ik toen was. Maar terwijl ik hier natuurlijk niet kan stemmen, toch even mijn kijk op de kandidaten, om het af te leren.

Obama: draagt mijn voorkeur weg. Ik herinner me een paar interviews en toespraken met/van hem van lang voor hij een presidentskandidaat was, en hij veel vrijer kon praten, en die man heeft mijns inziens echt visie, intellect en bagage. Dat was lang voor de Obama hype, in tempore non suspecto, en ik vond hem toen echt een frisse nieuwe stem, een intellectueel zwaargewicht in het schrale Amerikaanse politieke landschap. Nu, tijdens het campagne voeren, is hij veel gepolijster en een beetje glad, maar dat hoort er allemaal bij. Amerika is volgens mij een land van uitersten, en heeft van alles het beste en het slechtste, met George W. hebben we volgens mij echt wel het slechtste van het slechtste gehad, misschien kan Obama het beste van de V.S. vertegenwoordigen. Volgens mij is hij de man om het gehavende imago van de VS in de wereld op te krikken.

Hillary: Tsja. Zeer zeker competent. Heeft veel tegenstanders gewoon omdat ze een sterke vrouw is met persoonlijkheid en omdat ze Clinton heet. Het is vreemd, maar in mijn ervaring lijkt vooral een bepaald type vrouwen problemen te hebben met de figuur van Hillary. Ik kan me niet van de indruk ontdoen dat Hilary en waar ze voor staat op een of andere manier bedreigend overkomt voor sommie vrouwen. Dit is onterecht en oneerlijk, maar ik denk dat het voor elke Republikein daarom makkelijker zou zijn om het tegen Hillary op te nemen dan tegen Obama. Dit gezegd zijnde, denk ik dat dit eigenlijk geen overweging zou mogen zijn. Ten eerste omdat ik denk dat de volgende president sowieso door de democraten gewonnen zullen worden, zelfs al zou Osama Bin Laden himself hun kandidaat zijn. Ten tweede zijn zulke "electability" overwegingen eigenlijk vooral koffiedik kijken. John Kerry kreeg op die basis vier jaar terug de nominatie toegeschoven, en dat bleek uiteindelijk een grove vergissing.

Anyhow, ik denk dat het voor dit land beter is om een president te hebben die niet voor de oorlog tegen Irak heeft gestemd. Obama heeft natuurlijk het voordeel dat hij op het moment dat die stemming plaats vond nog veilig en wel op staatsniveau politiek aan het bedrijven was, but so be it. Hilary is altijd veel te pragmatisch geweest in deze materie. Ik zag haar ondanks in "meet the press" (druk bekeken politieke talkshow op zondagmorgen) aan het werk en een voor mij volkomen ontoereikend antwoord geven op een zeer pertinente vraag. (haar opmerking over de United Nations had zo uit de mond van George Bush kunnen komen)

MR. RUSSERT:

I want to stay with your vote because that same day, Senator Levin offered an amendment, the Levin amendment, and this is how the New York Times reported it. "The [Levin] amendment called ... for the U.N. to pass a new resolution explicitly approving the use of force against Iraq. It also required the president to return to Congress if his U.N. efforts failed." ... Senator Levin said, "Allow Congress to vote only after exhausting all options with the United States." You did not participate in that vote. You voted against Carl Levin, who was saying give diplomacy a chance and yet you said no. You voted to authorize war. The resolution you voted for, Robert Byrd said was a blank check for George Bush. Ted Kennedy says it was a vote for war. James Carville and Paul Begala said anyone who says that vote wasn't a vote for war is bunk.

SEN. CLINTON: Well, Tim, if I had a lot of paper in front of me, I could quote people who say something very differently, so I know you're very good at this and I respect it, but let's look at the context here. Number one, the Levin amendment, in my view, gave the Security Council of the United Nations a veto over American presidential power. I don't believe that is an appropriate policy for the United States, no matter who is our president.

Number two, I have the greatest respect for Senator Levin. He is my chairman on the Senate Armed Services Committee. And I--immediately after we did have the vote on the authorization, went to work with him to try to make sure that every piece of intelligence we had was given to the U.N. inspectors. And Senator Levin and I sent a letter to Secretary Powell, we pushed that position very hard because we both had the same view that we were going to put inspectors back in and we needed to let the inspectors do the job that they were asked to do.

Number three, I actually joined with Senator Byrd on an amendment that would limit the president's authorization to one year. I was very strongly in favor of limiting what President Bush could do. Unfortunately, that amendment did not pass.

Fourth, it is absolutely unfair to say that the vote as Chuck Hagel, who was one of the architects of the resolution, has said, was a vote for war. It was a vote to use the threat of force against Saddam Hussein, who never did anything without being made to do so.

Verder heb ik het ook zeer voor Bill Clinton, en zou ik er best mee kunnen leven dat hij opnieuw een stekje heeft in het witte huis, maar aan de andere kant lijken de Clintons me ook een beetje aangetast door de arrogantie van de macht. Dat zat er al in op het einde van Bills ambtstemijn toen vele trouwe
gezallen van het eerste uur gedegouteerd het schip verlieten. De Clintons missen volgens mij een beetje de nederigheid die idealiter met dit ambt gepaard gaat.

Kort over de republikeinen:

Om te winnen zullen ze weer moeten kunnen rekenen op hun die hard conservative Christian base. Noch Romey of Giuliani zullen die kunnen mobiliseren. Romey omwille van zijn mormoons geloof, Giuliani onwille van zijn affaires en vele huwelijken en te progessief verleden op gebied van homohuwelijken en abortus.

McCain: Tsja, een beetje een maverick, maar zeer oud, impulsief en een beetje een flapuit. Ook niet het figuur waar de religious right en masse achter gaat gaan staan. En mist volgens mij ook een beetje waardigheid die men in amerika verwacht van een president.

Huckabee: mist de steun van het establishment van de Republikeinse partij, maar volgens mij de enige kandidaat aan de rechterzijde die de verkiezingen kan winnen. Hij maakt me bang, hij gelooft dat de wereld 6000 geleden ontstaan is zoals de bijbel het voorschrijft en is zeer conservatief als het op waarden aankomt. Is economisch zeer populistisch en anti-big business. Volgens mij een combinatie die
best wel eens zou kunnen aanslaan. Daarbij komt nog dat hij ook zeer innemend en sympathiek overkomt. Van alle kandidaten zou ik het liefst met hem een pint gaan drinken.

I always liked this period between the end of the semester and Christmas, days in which you can kick back and do nothing without a trace of guilt. A pleasure most of us have not known since high school or college, but that constitutes one of the perks of life in academia.

At the time we had a futon for couch in our living room and had it flat in bed-mode, so we could kick it back when watching TV. It was on that futon in the dark days before Christmas of 2000 that I started watching the Sopranos. I had picked it up from the campus Blockbuster on my way home from school. I had seen half an episode at my ex-girlfriend’s house once (they had HBO) and was not smitten. But there, watching laying flat on my stomach, working my way through a six pack I was drawn in to the twisted universe of the Sopranos.

Fast forward seven years. Dark days before Christmas again, after an exhausting first semester on the job, at 5.30 am in the morning I watched the final episode of the Sopranos on DVD. Sitting on my living room couch, slowly working my way through a bottle of cheap chianti, watching my Netflix DVDs on my laptop. An era came to an end. Eighty-six episodes that has restored our trust in the television medium. Eighty six hours of pure escape into an alternative universe. Made me a bit sad, I always found it a reassuring thought that more Sopranos was to be watched, a reassurance that has fallen away. Sometimes I wish that I would have a severe case of memory loss and would not remember any movies or TV shows I ever watched. All I would have to do is access my Netflix account (DVD mailing service) and watch all the DVD I have rated five stars over again. Over and over again until I check out of here, doesn’t seem like too bad of a life.

The Sopranos is often referred to as being “Shakesperean.” I guess that it means that the complex web of specific plot lines is merely a conduit to provide a deeper insight into universal themes of love, jealousy, lust etc. that define the human condition. In that sense the first two seasons of The Sopranos probably fit the bill, but after Tony’s mother dies and Uncle Junior becomes irrelevant, the scope of the series shrinks. Tony’s real family and his mob family are no longer as thematically intertwined but more or less co-exist. The complex web of storylines no longer serves any other purpose than telling a good story. I think that was a smart move. The grand themes had all been addressed and continuing on this road could only have led to contrition. Instead The Sopranos became a sort of Great American Novel. A pageturner in which good storytelling is the main ambition, and in which the reader can pick up some gems along the way, but that no longer proclaims to provide any great insight or meaning beyond the story. The story is the meaning. I think this shift is what kept The Sopranos fresh. I had expected that in the last season, The Sopranos would become more epic in scope again and Tony’s family would become more involved in his crime ventures. I had always envisioned Meadow to step it up, guess I was wrong.

Another shift that occurred throughout the series is that it got darker and darker as time went by. In the first seasons there is a sense of camaraderie between the members of Tony’s crew. Silvio Dante, Paulie Walnuts. Chrissie Moltisante, Big Pussy Bompensiero… they all seemed to share this ineffaceable bond that whacking people for a living brings about. As the seasons progressed however, starting with when Big Pussy gets killed, we come to understand that when push comes to shove these ties all mean nothing and that narrow self interest trumps sworn oaths. Loyalty is something that is required from others, but rarely given for any other reason than fear. (except perhaps for good old Silvio Dante, who is loyal to the core) For those of us who were fascinated by the allure of the gang mentality, this was somewhat unsatisfying. Another great thing about this series: it never plays to the cravings of the audience.

As for the ending (the last episode ended abruptly while Tony was having dinner with his family in a hamburger joint). It has its fans as well as its critics. I side with the latter, thought it was a cop out. Indecisiveness masking as creative playfulness. Seems like Chase has trigger fear, could not decide on an ending, so he provided an open ending. I am not a fan of open endings, and so not a fan of this one either, but it gives us the joy of speculation of course. Some say that what we witnessed in fact were Tony’s last moments before getting killed. I don’t buy it. Tony had disposed of Phil Leotardo, a gang war had been averted, and the crews could go back on the street earning, who would want to kill Tony and why? Besides, killing a man in front of his family is against mobster morals. The old mobster adage says that mobsters either get whacked or go to jail. Tony is going to go down in a court of law, if you ask me. We have seen the Feds collecting evidence for six seasons now, and this season they finally have a witness to testify and they have a gun charge against Tony. Hello, RICO anyone? Chase said about the final episode “"Anybody who wants to watch it, it's all there,” and it is. Plenty of hints that the net around Tony is closing. My guess is that Chase did not want to get the whole series being occupied by a big trial against Tony, because it would transform the Sopranos in to Law & Order.

Another interesting aspect about these last episodes is that Melfy finally ditched Tony as a patient. The Melfi-Tony relationship had become stale seasons ago and served little purpose in either plot or character development. Ultimately Melfi is alerted by a colleague to a study stating that sociopaths actually become better sociopaths through therapy because it allows them to rationalize their misdeeds and to construct an alternate universe in which they are good and caring people. (ok, this is my interpretation of the study mentioned). When Melfi reads the study, she decides she can no longer help Tony. I found it utterly unconvincing that Melfi would be swayed by just one study. She would have mauled over these objections and looked up the scholarly literature at the time she started treating Tony, being the professional that she is. Throughout the series, she has been presented with some very strong reasons to drop Tony as a client, he threatened her physically, came on to her, forced her into hiding and drove one of her patients to suicide, yet it was a study that drove her to abandon him? Come on….

Just some of my thoughts on the Sopranos…..

These were my splits

1 8:09
2 7:54
3 8:12
4 8:02
5 7:49
6 8:12
7 7:59
8 8:14
9 8:28
10 7:46
11 8:04
12: 8:05
13 8:02
14: 8:12
15 8:05
16 8:26
17 8:19
18 8:42
19 8:47
20 9:26
21 9:47
22 9:31
23 9:28
24 9:08
25 9:10
26 9:21

So up until mile 17, everything was fine and dandy. The first 8 miles we ran through downtown Seattle for about two miles, then up the highway on a bridge. This bridge/highway run is touted as being something unique, but I did not care for it all that much. It had some hilly parts on it, it was running on hard concrete which is hard on the knees and joints, we were pretty exposed to the cold out there and it frankly also was boring as all heck. I also had to pee and had to wait until mile eight until I found a porta potty with no line. When we came off the highway the course took us on a path along the water, about four miles down and four miles up again. Great running, but very small crowds. The first eight miles on the bridge I felt a bit weak in the legs, but I hit my stride in mile eight to sixteen. Then the terrain got a bit hilly and even before the first real hill I started to suffer; somewhere around mile 18-19. Pain in my side, I did not know where it came from. I think it was the combination of having eaten an energy gel without enough water and the change to a hillier terrain that threw my body off. I panicked for a second, but I guess this was an instance were I benefited from having some experience. I told myself to slow down, have an extra water at the next stop and not to worry too much as runners were flying by me. And it worked more or less. I was able to run it off and belch it out. (It was kind of stupid on my part. I had my own gels with me of my trusted brand, yet I could not resist to take a free energy gel from an unfamiliar brand handed to me. I cannot say no to a freebie.) By then however, the fun had started. Some steep hills and descents turning in to a more rolling terrain would mark the last 10k. I took it easy, careful not to blow my engine. By then I had seen that I could beat my time from last year (3.44.37) if I was able to run the last 10 K in slightly under an hour. Not impossible, but the hills made it hard. In a way, it made it interesting because it gave me something to push for, but it was also hard in a way, there was no relaxing. At mile 23 I noticed that it was going to be very close if I kept putting in those 9.30 plus minute miles as I had been doing and I was able to speed up my pace a bit in the last three miles to secure a PR. Granted, the terrain got a bit flatter towards the end (with one last nasty hill right before the 26 mile marker), but I was
still glad I was able to step it up and take some extra seconds in the last three miles.

So that was that. The Seattle marathon delivered what it hoped it would, a cool marathon where I would be able to have a more enjoyable run then seven weeks ago. And a PR as bonus. I was also happy with the way I went about the race, perhaps I started out a bit fast, but otherwise I felt like I was running more composed and smarter than in my other races, and I don't think that I could have ran a faster race than I did. No hitting the wall, or having dark thoughts about quitting or never do this again. This was also the first race that I did not walk one bit, so this was really my first marathon "run." Truth be told though, after the race, my legs hurt like they had never hurt before. The walk back to the hotel was definitely the hardest part of the day.

Looking back, I had hope to make more of jump forwards than 90 secs this year compared to last year, after all the extra training in the summer without any big injuries, but sometimes some extra experience under the belt is not a bad thing either.

Quick a marathon update. Marathon went well. Beat my time of last year's TC marathon by about 90 secs. In the last six miles I paid a bit for my lack of hill training and for the fact that I did not log enough miles in my training the past couple of weeks, but otherwise it was a good run. Gorgeous weather, nice course, but pretty hilly towards the end. I was able to hang in there and rally a bit in the last three miles to get a PR. I think my time ended up being 3.43 and some seconds. Later more.

Verder hebben we hier weer een reeksje bezoekers gehad, ben ik voor een paar dagen naar de library of congress in Washington DC geweest en ben ik me een het voorbereiden op de marathon in Seattle. Trainen terwijl je aan het herstellen bent van een voorgaande marathon is ietwat moeilijk, en je opnieuw heropladen valt ook niet mee. Heb niet de 20 miler gelopen die ik eigenlijk wel nodig had, maar vorige week aan een lekker tempo er zestien gelopen, that will have to do. Naar verluidt zijn de laatste 10 km ook erg heuvelachtig, iets waar ik ook niet op getraind heb, maar we zien wel. Ik ga er zonder veel verwachtingen heen en zal proberen wat meer te genieten dan vorige keer. De weersverwachting ziet er alvast goed uit, hopelijk regent het niet te erg... stay tuned...

About a week ago, I went for a short night run, going north along the lake from where I live. To get to the lake and the parks where it is nice running, parks, lakeshore paths, neighborhoods, the Northwestern campus, which is gorgeous by the way, I have to run through some city streets where it tends to be a bit rougher. It is not all that bad, but you have to be aware of your surroundings a bit. Wanna be ghetto thugs make it a matter of honor not to make room on the sidewalk and the like. Once someone yelled at me "what you running for, there aint no cops around," you get the picture. But during this particular run, the yelling was a bit more intense than usual. One guy yelled at me while I was running around his quartet of wanna be though guys: "what the fuck is wrong with you?" No idea what that was all about. Later, someone else also hurled a profanity my way that I could not quite understand, but it had something to do with a "white boy running cus he can't jump" or something to that effect. I might have misunderstood that one though. When I was almost home, I made the mistake of running on Morse
, which is where the usual gang of losers hangs around the liquor store and El stop, and one guy yelled at me as I was running by: "fuck the lakers." All of a sudden it dawned on me: they were yelling at me because of my shirt. They did not get that my shirt was an innocent reference to the city of lakes, but they though it was an LA Lakers shirt. Lakes or lakers, small difference, but in this sports crazy town, I might as well have worn a shirt saying "please beat me up." Guess I won't wear that shirt again at night.

“Ik geloof ook in de juiste voeding als bestrijder van de man met de hamer die na kilometer dertig klaarstaat. Dat gaat altijd over koolhydratenverbranding en vetverbranding, maar ik baseer mij op triatleten die de hele negen uur of langer blijven eten en drinken. Ik ben van plan zestien gels van High 5, carribean en lemon, door mijn strot te duwen en dat laatst mag u heel letterlijk nemen, want zo'n suikermassa gaat niet vlot naar binnen. Vorig jaar was er voor de tragere lopers niet genoeg drank meer, daarom heb ik een drinkbus bij. Voorts heb ik bij bakker Stefaan van in Beernem pannenkoeken gekocht, twee stapeltjes in vacuüm verpakt. Bruine suiker heb ik in een doos ingepakt, samen met acht confituurtaartjes. De pannenkoeken en de confituurtaartjes zijn de voeding in de twaalf uur voor de wedstrijd. De ochtend zelf zal ik cola drinken. Het diuretische effect van de cafeïne neem ik er voor lief bij.”

H-E-L-L-O! zestien gels? Pannekoeken? Confituurtaartjes? Cola voor ontbijt? Ok, ik heb de dag voor de marathon ook een pannekoek naar binnen gegooid, maar acht confituurtaartjes en pannekoeken en vooral die zestien gels tijdens de race. What was the guy thinking? Die gels zijn energiebommetjes, eentje voor de race en dan nog eentje of twee tijdens de wedstrijd dat is echt alles wat je nodig hebt, meer kan je volgens mij echt niet verbranden. En ik denk dat dat zelfs al aan de hoge kant is. Als je er echt zestien nodig zou hebben hadden ze die dingen wel zestien keer geconcentreerder gemaakt me dunkt. Dus ik zei nog tegen een amper geinteresseerde Heather dat dat om maagproblemen vragen was. En ziedaar in de Morgen van vandaag (altijd grappig om dat te schrijven:

“De 4u30 was ruim boven de vooropgezette tijd en kan uit technisch oogpunt bezwaarlijk nog worden gekwalificeerd als lopen, eerder behoort het tot de categorie veredeld strompelen.
Het zij zo. De Chinese muur stond voor de gelegenheid bij kilometer 35. In de laatste zeven kilometer schoten de kilometertijden de hoogte in. De combinatie van enkele noodbezoeken aan drie bomen, een pas aangeplant bosje en het sanitair van twee plaatselijke eethuizen - eeuwige dank aan deze hele aardige mensen die mijn 10 yuan ter compensatie van de bergjes darmellende niet wilden - én het veel te warme weer - 21 graden gemiddeld met heel het laatste uur 25 en meer - maakten er een calvarietocht van.”

Als je in de laatste vijf km tweemaal op de pot moet gaan zitten, dan heb je misschien wat te veel aan de confituurtaartjes gezeten….

When I was in DC earlier this summer, I watched a great artist perform. Her name is Joan. Joan as a Police Woman. The show I saw probably was not her best. There was a lot of the noise in the venue, she looked strung out, but still, she had something that draws people in. Joan is the ex of Jeff Buckley (was his girlfriend when he drowned), worked together with Rufus Wainwright, but who cares. She put out an album herself, and it is great. She actually toured in Europe and Belgiun a lot and is way better known over there than she is here, but by accident I got to know her music, bought her album and saw her show. It was a memorable night, and a great show. You all know Youtube and you can look her up. I do think it is one of those artists you need to listen to on album before you see her live, but she has one song that I think is just absolutely wonderful, it starts on minute five of this clip. I think the album version of this song is even better, but the life version is not too shabby either. For me music that really gets to me is a great lyric elevated to an ever higher level by the way it is performed. That’s why I like “After the Goldrush” by Neil Young, that’s why I like “Exit Music (for a film)” by Radiohead and that’s why I love “We don’t own it” by Joan as a Police Woman.

We don’t own it

You will know by the way
That he cuts his eyes
Looks away from the door
That walked in you
You will know it will go
Down in history
How sweet he was to you
And all the others
So hand it over
Cause we don't own it
It's in the mystery
Our silent fantasy
Cause i
Nor you
Could ever
Know what it's like
To have the night fall
And be felled by the night
No, we don't own it
All you know is the way
That he made you feel
He made you feel safe enough
To feel at all
It's all there in the moment
You understood
That he's not going on
And you're still going on
So hand it over
Cause we don't own it
It's in the mystery
Our silent fantasy
Cause I
Nor you
Could ever
Know what it's like
To have the night fall
And be felled by the night
No, we don't own it
It's his story
Our subtle jealousy
Cause i
Nor you
Could ever
Know what it's like
To have the night fall
And be felled by the night
No, we don't own it