History is shaped by our hands.

Sorry for all the Pearl Jam or PJ-related lyrics. Pearl Jam and their choice of cover songs have been like the soundtrack to my conversion to a Democrat over the past year. These lyrics mean a lot to me and often travel through the backstreets of my mind.


Bu$hleaguer
How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.
Like sugar, the guests are so refined.

A confidence man, but why so beleaguered?
He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguer.
Swinging for the fence; got lucky with a strike.
Drilling for fear makes the job simple.
Born on third, thinks he got a triple.

Blackout weaves its way through the city
Blackout weaves its way through the city
Blackout weaves its way,...

I remember when you sang
That song about today
Now it's tomorrow and
Everything has changed

A think tank of aloof multiplication.
A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter.
Retrenchment and hoggishness.
The aristocrat choir sings
"What's the ruckus?".

The haves have not a clue.

The immenseness of suffering
And the odd negotiation. A rarity
With onionskin plausibility of life
And a keyboard reaffirmation.

Blackout weaves its way through the city
Blackout weaves its way through the city
Blackout weaves its way,...

I remember when you sang
That song about today
Now it's tomorrow and
Everything has changed