Against Me! Joy
Shot by me whilst my daughter and I were lucky enough to be backstage, two Saturdays ago. At the encore, Tom walks out alone, acoustic guitar in hand, and this is what happens.
All’s quiet, except for this song.
So maybe while I’m not together, I can feel like I’m not alone.
And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts.
Young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory.
And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of fight.
And there’s a joy, a joy in all I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.
And all around us is a great, great failing.
American rockets red-glare in a most
disgusting triumph.
And in passing I am asked “Do you believe in a God?”
I shrug off the answer, continue to get high.
In this terror of no explanation,
I am looking for a faith.
My panic is an only reason.
There’s a joy, a joy in all I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.