OJ and Beer (From a Curly Haired Girl)

*dedicated to Christina Perri, Jar of Hearts

* dedicated to B,W

But these three men, that is, Sidrach, Misach, and Abdenago, fell down bound in the midst of the furnace of burning fire.

------------/The Babylon of Not Being Good Enough For You (OJ and Beer)

What can I say about Massanutten? Except that you set up idols of beer

and orange juice there like statues of gold, of sixty cubits high, and six cubits broad

in the plain of Dura, my vast expanse of impressionable consciousness

beholden to you, heart palpitating before your curly hair

well within the borders of your Babylonian Dynasty of beauty, charm

those demarcations of my memories of staring into your eyes coquettishly

I drank your notional concoction with cool homage soon found wanting

synergy established over experiments like a giddy risk

I  wasn’t good enough for you was I? I must have underwhelmed

the regal palette, disgust for my blog, my height, my personality

three Hebrews that refrained from bowing before you spurring disdain

I am Sidrach the psychologically unbalanced blogger,

Misach the emotional zealot;

and Abdenago the antithesis of your husband archetype

traitors and dissidents that spurn and mock the throne

standing sacrilege from slaves

deserving of punitive public policy; It wasnt enough
that I shared a drink with you. I didn’t bow down

properly. Worship esteemed as authentic and true: That at the

sound of the trumpet, and of the flute, and of the harp, of the sackbut

the musical harmonies of societal decorum, dating coyness and detachment

religious conformists.

But I was consigned to burn in the fire of your abandonment

your face full of wrath

…at least that’s how I last remembered it a few months ago

------/Daniel 3:1-11

King Nabuchodonosor made a statue of gold, of sixty cubits high, and six cubits broad, and he set it up in the plain of Dura of the province of Babylon.  Then Nabuchodonosor the king sent to call together the nobles, the magistrates, and the judges, the captains, the rulers, and governors, and all the chief men of the provinces, to come to the dedication of the statue which king Nabuchodonosor had set up. Then the nobles, the magistrates, and the judges, the captains, and rulers, and the great men that were placed in authority, and all the princes of the provinces, were gathered together to come to the dedication of the statue, which king Nabuchodonosor had set up. And they stood before the statue which king Nabuchodonosor had set up. Then a herald cried with a strong voice: To you it is commanded, O nations, tribes, and languages: That in the hour that you shall hear the sound of the trumpet, and of the flute, and of the harp, of the sackbut, and of the psaltery, and of the symphony, and of all kind of music; ye fall down and adore the golden statue which king Nabuchodonosor hath set up. But if any man shall not fall down and adore, he shall the same hour be cast into a furnace of burning fire. Upon this therefore, at the time when all the people heard the sound of the trumpet, the flute, and the harp, of the sackbut, and the psaltery, of the symphony, and of all kind of music: all the nations, tribes, and languages fell down and adored the golden statue which king Nabuchodonosor had set up. And presently at that very time some Chaldeans came and accused the Jews, And said to king Nabuchodonosor: O king, live for ever: Thou, O king, hast made a decree that every man that shall bear the sound of the trumpet, the flute, and the harp, of the sackbut, and the psaltery, of the symphony, and of all kind of music, shall prostrate himself, and adore the golden statue: And that if any man shall not fall down and adore, he should be cast into a furnace of burning fire

----------Jar of Hearts Lyrics

I know I can't take one more step towards you

Cause all that's waiting is regret

And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore

You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive

And now you want me one more time...

And who do you think you are

Running around leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart,

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me.

Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around

If I am anywhere to be found

But I have grown too strong

To ever fall back in your arms

And I've learned to live half alive

And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are

Running around leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts,

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

Don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?

It took so long just to feel alright

Remember how to put back the light in my eyes

I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed

Cause you broke all your promises

And now you're back

You don't get to get me back

And who do you think you are

Running around leaving scars

Collecting your jar of heart

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Don't come back at all!

And who do you think you are

Running around leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

Don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?