(September 1, 2013 at 11:11 pm)Faith No More Wrote: I was never religious, but I do feel religion owes me something. That something is a cassette version of the Public Enemy album "Apocalypse '91...The Enemy Strikes Black." When I was thirteen I lent it to a friend of mine that had super fundy parents that only allowed him to listen to wholesome Christian radio. His dad caught him listening to it, and despite my friend's pleas that it wasn't his, his dad snapped it in half.
What a asshole for a father. I bet he went through quite the rebellion stage. Still i hope all turned out well for him. Did he leave the faith?
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
