After a rough week, thought I’d go for a long trail run in the mountains and work through some stuff.
Stopped by to visit my favorite horses (referenced in “CEOs are Just Like You – Without All the Whining”). They were eating breakfast. The brown one took one look at me, dropped a load and went right back to what he was doing. I got the message.
Sat on a mountaintop trying to sort things out, but nothing came. Absolutely nada. All I could come up with the whole time I was up there was this funky song by the inimitable John McCrea and Cake, Sheep Go to Heaven:
Analyzing dreams may be easy for me, but songs that get stuck in my head for no apparent reason, not so much. Give it a read (lyrics below) or a listen (better still: the song is great, if you’re into that sort of thing, and the video is pretty out of control). See if you can figure out what it means and/or why my brain won’t seem to let go of it.
Signed copy of Real Leaders Don’t Follow goes to whoever comes up with the best explanation (comment below). Got a box of them just sitting here taking up space, so what the hell (no pun intended). I’ll even throw in a personal message, for what it’s worth. Thanks guys; I owe you one.
Sheep Go to Heaven
I’m not feeling alright today,
I’m not feeling that great,
I’m not catching on fire today,
Love has started to fade,I’m not going to smile today,
I’m not gonna laugh,
You’re out living it up today,
I’ve got dues to pay,When the grave digger puts on the foreceps,
The stonemason does all the work,
The barber can give you a haircut,
The carpenter can take you out to lunch,Now, I just want to play on my panpipes,
I just want to drink me some wine,
As soon as you’re born, you start dying,
So you might as well have a good time,Sheep go to Heaven,
Goats go to Hell,
Sheep go to Heaven,
Goats go to Hell,I don’t wanna go to Sunset Strip,
I don’t wanna feel the emptyness,
Old marquees with stupid band names,
I don’t wanna go to Sunset Strip,I don’t wanna go to Sunset Strip,
I don’t wanna feel the emptyness,
Old marquees with stupid band names,
I don’t wanna go to Sunset Strip,The grave digger puts on the foreceps,
The stonemason does all the work,
The barber can give you a haircut,
The carpenter can take you out to lunch,Now, I just want to play on my panpipes,
I just want to drink me some wine,
As soon as you’re born, you start dying,
So you might as well have a good time,Sheep go to Heaven,
Goats go to Hell,
Sheep go to Heaven,
Goats go to Hell,Sheep go to Heaven,
Goats go to Hell
Go to Hell (repeat)
Image credit Alex via Flickr (Gotta love that pic. Question is, are they sheep or goats?)