The lunatic is on the grass

The BackBlast:

Tour de MegaTool, Lurker, Amphitheater and Freedom Fountains.

Rolled em hard with Burpees, Swings, Curls, Lawnmowers, Merkins, Full Cleans, Flutters, LBCs, and plenty of Farmers Carries

All done to the trippy headspace created by Pink Floyds Dark Side of the Moon, a perfect 43 minutes of musical genius.

Time

Started out in the parking lot and headed up to the MegaTool.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
Ahhhh…
(Oooh ahhhh)
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time.

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines.

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say.

Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

Money hit us as we came down the Lurker into the park:

Money
Get away
You get a good job with good pay and you’re okay
Money
It’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team

Money
Well, get back
I’m all right Jack
Keep your hands off of my stack
Money
It’s a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit
I’m in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
I think I need a Lear jet

Money
It’s a crime
Share it fairly
But don’t take a slice of my pie
Money
So they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a raise
It’s no surprise that they’re giving none away

“HuHuh! I was in the right!”
“Yes, absolutely in the right!”
“I certainly was in the right!”
“You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!”
“Yeah!”
“Why does anyone do anything?”
“I don’t know, I was really drunk at the time!”
“I was just telling him, he couldn’t get into number 2. He was asking why he wasn’t coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn’t coming up on freely. It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out”

 

The amphitheater sessions were the crowd pleaser, the cadence counts hit just right for “Us and Them”:

Us and them
And after all, we’re only ordinary men
Me and you
God only knows, it’s not what we would choose to do

Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
The General sat, and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side

Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and down
And in the end, it’s only round and round and round

Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There’s room for you inside

(They’re maybe gonna kill ya.
So like, if you give ’em a quick, short, sharp, shock, they don’t do it again.
Dig it? I mean he get off light, come to think.
Of rationalising it, once.
It’s only a difference, but why go and ruin it?
I mean good manners don’t cost nothing, do they, eh?)

Down and out
It can’t be helped, but there’s a lot of it about
With, without
And who’ll deny it’s what the fighting’s all about

Out of the way, it’s a busy day
I’ve got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died

Followed by some work at the West end of the park to the classic Eclipse:

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daysy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I’ll see on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me’till i’m sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band yuor’e in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

Got back to the AO and Wahoo was there.  He couldn’t find us, even as we went max volume in the Amphitheater….remember, we start on time….

11/21 Blood Drive, still a few open spots see VW to signup, There will be T-shirts, Hats, and Free Breakfast provided by Rev

11/26 Convergence 0700 AG Middle School, bit of a scavenger, bootcamp, beatdown courtesy of Redd Foxx and charcoal, There will be T-shirts, Hats, and Free Breakfast provided by Rev

12/3 10K at MIP 09:00 Sunshine running point, Rev Qing the workout, come out and support this amazing effort, There will be T-shirts, Hats, and Free Breakfast provided by Rev

1/1/21 mark your calendars for a Metro Birthday celebration Q’d by the OG Redwoods and followed up by a solid Holiday extravaganza.  Stay Tuned.

BT, thanks for the keys, Rev, dont forget to clean your Bong.

Hope you gents enjoyed the day.  Thanks for the LOVE, Gotta Roll….