Best Song Lyrics. Evah. IMHO. — Part II

Okay, it’s Part Deux of some of my favorite song (and the portion of the lyric that really hooks me).  (You can see my previous selection here.)

• “So don’t sit back, kick back, and watch the world get bushwhacked” – Walking on the Sun by Smash Mouth
• “If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice.” – Freewill by Rush.
• “I took my hands off the wheel.” – Should’ve Known Better by Richard Marx.  The video doesn’t have the lyrics. Here they are.
• “Is it any wonder I’m not the President?” – Too Much Time on My Hands by Styx. The video is just too campy for words. I guess that’s why you’ll have to get the lyrics here.
• “The powers that be / That force us to live like we do / Bring me to my knees / When I see what they’ve done to you” – Back on the Chain Gang by The Pretenders
• “Well you’re windy & wild, you got the blues in your shoes and your stockings.” – Bang a Gong by T-Rex.

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A Visit to the Plague Village

The churchyard at Eyam, Derbyshire, on the rainy day we visited.

It was a very rainy day, something not unheard-of in those parts. We were making our way across the midsection of England from visiting a friend in Shropshire over to our next stop, Cambridge.

But first we had to make a stop.

Some would say a morbid stop; but one I wanted to make nonetheless.  You see, I had read Year of Wonders: A Novel of the Plague some years earlier and wanted to see the town in which it all transpired.

The gloomy weather was a fitting backdrop for our visit to Eyam, Derbyshire, UK. (You can see better pictures of the churchyard at the link.)

We were able to see the graves in the churchyard standing in silent memory to those who perished in that awful time, but also to those who survived and were able to die of natural causes.  But we were also able to see the grave markers of the survivors’ descendants who lived out their lives in the years and generations since the Plague Year.

It was moving enter the church and see the names of the Plague victims on the walls and to know that the reverend at the time urged a quarantine for the entire town to avoid spreading the Plague to the rest of England.

Such a forward-looking act by him and a selfless act by all the townspeople.

The rain cleared as we left Eyam and continued on our way to Cambridge.

I was glad we visited.

[I was reminded of our 2002 visit to Eyam by an email I received from the “Now I Know” list. Today’s mailing was “The Plague Village.” Thank you, Dan Lewis, for the memories.]