Hold On: Maybe If Lucky

Maybe If Lucky


Hey, aren’t you going to the victory party?
God, you are such a buzzkill!
Mumblin’ about Yeats and some “terrible beauty”
Will nothing ever please you?
Everyone is screaming in the hall
Blenders pureeing
Bacardi and Smirnoff
And maybe if lucky… a cherry on top

Hey, aren’t you going to the victory party?
Why aren’t you bouncing off the walls?
You’ve got a headache—this paper’s due at 9:30
Everything is going to be okay
Blenders pureeing
Smirnoff and Bacardi
And maybe if lucky…

It was 1984 for eight years
So I heard, so I heard
But they never put the rats on me
White guilt and blood thinners
But now the radio tells me here comes Animal Farm
I’m getting sick of George Orwell
(Tell me I can’t say bomb…)
If life’s a joke that’s what it’s doing

Go ahead
Draw your lines in the sand
(But the high tide is still rising)
Go ahead
Throw your confetti in the street
(It’s so great for our water shed)
Go ahead
This is a time for rejoicing
But will any of you stand guard…
After the changing of the guards?

Everything is going to be okay
Blenders pureeing
Smirnoff and Bacardi
Maybe if lucky…


January 18, 2009