Mike Ness – Cheating At Solitaire
No, I am not confused with the time. This is not Rockabilly After Midnite.
Check the post below, this is the song that was playing on LastFM when the officer brought the subpoena. How ironic right? Considering that Mike Ness is my crushy-wushy and basically the words fit the situation. Sometimes music can soothe the soul, even when it is screaming out rage. Actually, that is the best kind. It helps to release yourself without harming others. Here, I will post the song first. Then I will explain how it fits the situation.
OK, So here are the lyrics and I will break it down for y’all;
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Lyrics:
You can lie to yourself, you can lie to the world
You can lie to the one you call your girl
You can humble yourself to the hearts that you stole
Wondering who’s gonna love you when you grow old?With a fistful of courage and a heart full of rage
I realized I’d locked myself in a cage
I’ll be the one standing there with the watery eyes
I’ll be the fool in the mirror asking you whyasking whyWhen I got to the end of my dirty rainbow
And I found that there was no pot of gold
Well, I learned that I was empty and not quite as strong
For I had robbed my heart and cheated my soulLook for the one with the watery eyes
I’ll be the fool in the mirror asking you why
Cursing lovers in a warm tender embrace
Scoffing at the world and the whole human raceChorus:
You can run, you can hide
You can feed your foolish pride
You can use and abuse
In the end you’ll always loseat the gameChorus:
You can run, you can hide
You can feed your foolish pride
With the hearts that you stole
And an empty pot of gold
And the lover’s warm embrace
And the whole damned human race
You can use and abuse
In the end you’ll always loseat the game“for I cheated myself at solitaire.”
Different music means different things to different people at different points in their lives. So this song may not speak to others the same way it does to me.
So the first verse doesn’t mean much to me. On the second; I try to storm through life “With a fistful of courage and a heart full of rage.” That’s me. The tough broad. Telling it like it is. Calling out injustices. Calling out people for those injustices. But now I have found an injustice that has hit close to him. This fear emotion I do not have a name for has got me to the point that “I realized I’d locked myself in a cage.” And that’s what scares me. I don’t like this. I want to be strong. I do not want to be a hypocrite. “I’ll be the one standing there with the watery eyes I’ll be the fool in the mirror asking you whyasking why” I am asking myself why I even bother. I feel like why do I even try to help when that help is unappreciated. Even scoffed at.
When I got to the end of my dirty rainbow
And I found that there was no pot of gold
Well, I learned that I was empty and not quite as strong
For I had robbed my heart and cheated my soul
Ain’t that always the case? We are always chasing that “dirty rainbow.” Only to find that the pot of gold we’re looking for isn’t there. This feeling of being “empty and not quite as strong” has got my feeling like “I had robbed my heart and cheated my soul.”
On the last verse; “Scoffing at the world and the whole human race.” Yeah, that’s about right. Sometimes it’s difficult to trust anyone. You don’t know how/who to properly direct your anger at.
Chorus:
You can run, you can hide
You can feed your foolish pride
With the hearts that you stole
And an empty pot of gold
And the lover’s warm embrace
And the whole damned human race
You can use and abuse
In the end you’ll always loseat the game
The chorus is more directed at those who commit the injustices. Cause ya know what? You’ve been running and hiding. Eventually that idealistic person who is chasing the “dirty rainbow” will turn your happy ass in. After a while “in the end you’ll lose at game” after too many times of using and abusing.
I can’t help but wonder if “for I cheated myself at solitaire.”

Sorry to be a whiny pants. I am just going through some things. I have been faced with, oh what do you call it? It’s like I am facing myself. Calling my own self out and asking if I am willing to be the person I claim to be.
I promise to be myself soon enough, in time. I will get back to posting about relevant things to readers. I just need to vent.