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Or Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic” as George Gordon, Lord Byron, might have written it.  Sort of.  If he’d been hanging out in clubs in the ‘90s …


A young man turned thirty-six
He fought for liberty and died down in Greece.
It’s a last day in the yellow leaf;
It’s a heart that’s eaten by canker and grief.
And isn’t it Byronic … don’t you think?

It’s Assyrians like wolves on the fold,
Cohorts gleamin’ in purple and gold —
Like the forest leaves after Autumn hath blown,
Who would’ve thought they’d wither?

Childe Harold stood on the Bridge of Sighs,
Saw from out the wave enchanted structures rise.
He waited his whole damned life to see that sight
And as the dream dissolved, he thought,
“Nature doth not die.”
And isn’t it Byronic … don’t you think?

It’s Assyrians like wolves on the fold,
Cohorts gleamin’ in purple and gold —
Like the forest leaves after Autumn hath blown,
Who would’ve thought they’d wither?

Well, time has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think you’ve outlived yourself by many a day and night:
Your years have all been the prey of ceaseless vigils till
Your life seems a century long before e'en a fourth of that
Passed you by.

A Titan mute, to whose immortal eyes
Man’s suff'rings were not for the Gods to despise:
It’s the triumph of will against the wastage of life.
(It’s meeting my Lord William Lamb
And then meeting his beautiful wife.)
And isn’t it Byronic … don’t you think?
A little too Byronic … and, yeah, I really do think …

It’s Assyrians like wolves on the fold,
Cohorts gleamin’ in purple and gold —
Like the forest leaves after Autumn hath blown,
Who would’ve thought they’d wither?

Time has a funny way of sneaking up on you.
Time has a funny, funny way of passing you by,
Passing you by.