With May 21st looming as the Judgement Day I thought I would perform a public duty of sorts in putting together a playlist . . . a handful of songs both apropos and, well, hell, catchy . . . and, as some of you will be swept up in the Rapture in some kind of Holy Day of the Self-Righteous (the website and blog state that it is a distressingly small number – so small as to provide very little incentive to those of us on the Bubble) and the rest will whither in something approaching hell on earth (or a two day Celine Dion concert) no one will have the time to grow tired of them. With two exceptions I think I’ve kept the obvious out  . . . oh, and there’s no particular order although it would not be that hard to put into some kind of narrative . . . I’ll leave that for the uninvited on the 22nd, sort of a doomsday crossword puzzle while we wait for Satan‘s minions to round us up:

This is the Day, by The The: 

This Is The DayThe calendar, on your wall, is ticking the days off
The calendar on your wall is ticking
the days off
You’ve been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you’ve changed
All the money in the world
Couldn’t bring back those days.
THIS IS THE DAY — Your life will surely change.
THIS IS THE DAY — Your life will surely change.

Also, you can’t go wrong with an alternative rock song featuring an accordion.

Mad WorldMad World, Gary Jules (remake of a Tears for Fears song)

Title pretty much says it all, although I am particularly touched by:

No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying

                                                                       Are the best I’ve ever had


Crazy, Seal This is included more as a survival guide if you wake up Sunday morning having been ignored by the Rapture thing (i.e., 99% of humanity):

Miracles will happen as we trip
But we’re never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy
No we’re never gonna survive unless
We are a little
Crazy crazy crazy
                                               Extreme Ways, Moby
Extreme Ways Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does
 Obvious, but must be included, Bob Dylan’s Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door -though, according to my reading of this, far too late to bother for most, and REM’s It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I feel Fine) – a song so subtle I assume Jerry Bruckheimer will appropriate it for the Hollywood version of the Rapture (if producing hideous movies is a mortal sin, as I have to believe, he’ll be around after the 21st to make it).  For those of us left on the 22nd perhaps REM’s Losing My Religion will ring true.
Back to the less obvious:
Come On Up To The House
        This is, actually, too perfect:
Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house . . .

All your cryin don’t do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house. . .

The world is not my home
I’m just a passin’ thru . . .

There’s no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman’s choir
You gotta come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
                                                             Come on up to the house
                                                                 The seas are stormy
                                                          And you can’t find no port
                                                          Come on up to the house . . .

Under the Milkyway, The Church, for a cosmic approach; Chris Isaak’s Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing, for those looking to place blame and guilt  (um, all of us?); OMC’s How Bizarre as a general comment on the day, week, month, year, decade, century(s)(?); Leonard Cohen’s Everybody Knows, as done by Concrete Blond:

HallelujahEverybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows 
We’ll finish off with Norman Greenbaum’s Spirit in the Sky, a definite up beat despite the myriad of contradictions involved; and a second Leonard Cohen, Hallelujah (Rufus Wainwright or Jeff Buckley version, chose your instrument, piano-Wainwright, guitar-Buckley) . . . . although the righteous may want to disregard the lyrics (but, then, don’t they normally?).
Maybe there’s a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah



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