The Pretty Reckless is anything but reckless when it comes to the song Turning Gold. This band is one of my favorite bands, and the album this comes from is why.

I’m a writer, I understand artists better than they understand themselves. Take into account, I’m a Shaman as well, I can see everything that needs to be seen, even if most miss it.

Love is a vengeance
Put upon this breed
It takes the highest mountain
And brings it to its knees
Down below it hits me
And keeps me wearing this mask
But if I ever meet him
I’ll be sure to ask for the light
For the light
For the light
For the light

Love may feel as though it is a vengeance, I though it was for years. One heart ache after another, just like all my sisters and brothers. After every heartache, I fell to my knees looking for something or someone to make it go away. There was nothing that could make it stop and that is where the mask comes from. It’s that mask of pain we all wear at some point or another.

If I ever meet the son of a bitch responsible for this shit….oh wait, that’s me. It’s how I found the light to begin with. It was just below where I had hit with my heartache, thinking there was nowhere to go.

Each and everyone of us has a light that can be blinding, and we need to let it show more often. When we dim our light for anyone else, we are doing them a disservice.

Let me say that again, when we dim our light for anyone else, we are doing them a great disservice.

In the seventh hour
Waiting in the cold
I can feel the power
I’m turning gold
I’m turning gold
I’m turning gold

I don’t care what hour it is, or if it’s warm or cold outside, I can feel the power, and it feels awesome. It’s that power that springs up from within. That power is doing the right thing for the right reason.

That’s when you know your turning gold.

Life is an ending
Starting in the womb
You build a home of brick and mortar
Then it is your tomb
And I don’t know real, I don’t know right
I don’t know if I should lay down or fight
But I know that somehow
It’ll be alright

Simple truth, life is an ending. The day we are born we begin to die.

It’s what you decide to do with your life, that can make it feel as though it’s heavenly, or a hellish tormented existence. The choice is always ours, and you can’t wish that away.

That means we are responsible for our life, not parents, not friends, not brothers and sisters, we are totally responsible for our life.

That might make you upset, it made me pissed as all hell for a good couple years, however it’s true. It’s why it pissed me off so much. I couldn’t escape it. Everywhere I looked, it all came back to one thing, I made a choice.

Now I make better choices, that makes me feel as though everything will be alright.

Time is relentless
A mathematical curse
Put upon by god above
To make your body hurt
Through the burning, the bleeding
The itch of the healing
The screams carry on through the night
But I know that somehow
It’ll be alright

Life’s a bitch and a half.

Yet, somehow I find a way to grateful every damn day. I wake up and the first words out of my mouth, normally, “I woke up today, the rest is gravy.”

How much gravy does anyone need?

I take my gravy as it comes and never do I go in search of gravy.

The way I look at it, patience is rewarded. Every time I think I found a way to get the gravy, the gravy is in my lap. Now I need to clean myself off and I missed the gravy.

When I wait for the gravy meant for me, well that’s the graviest gravy there ever could be.