Many, many years ago, there was a Comet that knew the Earth. The Comet flew past every 17 years or so — that's a short-enough interval as comets go, but it seemed like a plenty long time to the Earth, always so green and stolid, but infused with a sense of yearning and wonder each time the Comet whooshed past, draping Earth's atmosphere in shimmering cosmic dust collected from the far depths of space.
"Comet," the Earth said each time the Comet started to head away, "will I see you again?"
"You will, Earth," the Comet seemed to say. "You will."
"Satisfied" is the song Tom used to play for us at 6 a.m. every Friday morning. It was a song that told me, "you'd better hurry the hell up, son." I'm not sure what it's telling me now. I can't see it clearly through all of the cosmic dust.
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--> Satisfied, Squeeze
--> I Am My Own Grandpa, Asylum Street Spankers
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