Quicksand Jesus in General

My copy of “Slave to the Grind” was in the CD changer of my F-150 when the truck died and I traded Kayla for the never named 2010 Ford Fusion.

Obviously in hindsight, “Slave to the Grind” was an amazing album for metalheads in the early 90s. Now to think of it, some pretty great workout tracks.

They hit on a lot of subjects: “Monkey Business” – Addiction: “Slave to the Grind” – Conformity; “Quicksand Jesus” – Questioning Faith: “In a Darkened Room” – Child sexual abuse; “Wasted Time” – Loss of friends through addiction.

Their first album had “I remember You…” The opening line being “I woke up to the sound of pouring rain, the wind would whisper and I’d think of you…”

One of the first CDs (how quaint!) I purchased in the fall of ’89 as I was starting flight school after a long hot summer at AOCS.

I indeed did wake of up to the sound of pouring rain that September morning.

Ponder.

Well, three weeks in a row I haven’t heard about the offer. I am in a text loop with the guy who will be my boss’s boss. He has started apologizing that it is taking so long.

Weekends, which are usually things to look forward turn into two days where I am guaranteed to not hear anything.

Well, I have a distraction tomorrow. I am going to drive up to ‘Salem’s Lot and pick up my folks’ car and drive down to the Jetport to pick them up on their return from South Carolina.

I have the jetport programmed into iPhone on Google maps. I know where it is, but I’m not sure the folks’ Edge’s GPS keep up with construction and traffic. Their flight is plugged into FlightAware (on time for now.)

We had a weird fall storm. It wasn’t a Nor’easter. The meteorologists were joking it was more of a South Easter. A Low coming out of Canada combining with a big low coming up the Atlantic coast.

Started slow, but by this afternoon was pretty impressive, even for me.

I had to be out in it. I had ordered two lobster mac and cheese from Hancock Lobster company (indescribably delicious!) because they had a BOGO deal going on.

I HAD TO!

After I came home, I watched DVR shit and shot evil glances at the phone until I called Natalie and got her voicemail.

Grrr.

She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes by and by
To the other side
A slow parade of wind
That blows through trees
That wilted with the season’s children
Are we saved by the words of bastard saints?
Do we live in fear or faith?
Tell me now who’s behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of for real
Are crumbling from embrace
But still we chase
The shadows of belief
And new religion clouds our visions of the roots
Of our souls
Are we ashamed of our own fate?
Or play the fool for our own sake?
Tell me who’s behind the rain
What do we need?
Where do we go?
When we get where we don’t know
Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow?
When faith’s our shelter from the cold
What do we need?
Where do we go?
When we get where we don’t know
Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow?
When faith’s our shelter from the cold
Quicksand Jesus
I’m so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus
I’m so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus
I’m so far away, away
Quicksand Jesus
I’m so far away
Quicksand Jesus
I need you
Quicksand Jesus
I believe you
Quicksand
I’m so far away

-Skid Row, Quicksand Jesus