In pursuit of justice

 "Let your life be a counter friction to stop the machine." ~ Thoreau

HAIFA, Israel — An Israeli judge ruled on Tuesday that the state bore no responsibility for the death of Rachel Corrie, the young American woman who was run over [brutally crushed] by a military bulldozer in 2003 as she protested housing demolitions in the Gaza Strip.

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"Outside the limit of our sight, feeding off us, perched on top of us, from birth to death, are our owners! Our owners! They have us. They control us! They are our masters! Wake up! They're all about you! All around you!" ~ They Live

You've got to want to rearrange it

X-Mas Curtain
First Light
Outta My System
Holdin On To Black Metal
Mahgeetah
Into The Woods
Evelyn Is Not Real
Gideon
The Bear
Rocket Man (Elton John cover)
Strangulation!
It Beats 4 U
Steam Engine (w/ Sax Solo)
Victory Dance
Circuital
Touch Me I'm Going To Scream Pt. 2
Good Intentions
Touch Me I'm Going To Scream Pt. 1
Wordless Chorus
Run Thru
Smokin' From Shootin'

[Encore]
Wonderful (The Way I Feel) w/ Ben Bridwell
I'm Amazed
It Makes No Difference (The Band cover)
Off The Record
One Big Holiday

My Morning Jacket at the Mann Center, Philadelphia. Set list crowd-sourced at setlist.fm

Things fall apart

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?



The Second Coming
W.B. Yeats 1919