Paint it, Black

After Georgia’s resounding victory over the Tigers/War Eagles/Plainsmen on Saturday, I’m tempted to reference “Back in Black” by AC/DC, but it’s been done before (both at the game and on multiple football blogs). Plus, Brian Johnson isn’t a quarter the badass Bon Scott was. I don’t reference post-Scott material here.

Instead, because I’m a miserable excuse for a human being, I’m putting on my hypothetical Auburn hat and seeing things from their perspective. Hence, “Paint it, Black” (punctuation mistake is that of the Rolling Stones, not me).

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev’ry day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin’ sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin’ comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn the head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,…

I wanna see your face, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!

Aha, Aha, Aha, …

Anyhow, despite the win I’m just in one of those moods. It’s autumn, it’s post-birthday, it’s cold.

You get the drift.

GO DAWGS!

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