[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
I’m not afraid of the black man running
He’s got it right, he’s got a better life coming
I don’t care what the captain said
I fold it right at the top of my head
I lost my sight and the state packs in
I follow my heart and it leads me right to Jackson
Sufjan Stevens — Jacksonville.
There’s a project open in another window, a screenplay that will never be produced in a thousand years, set in a human colony in a far-off-future frozen wasteland sponsored by the nightmare lovechild of Richard Branson and Mark Zuckerberg. The reasons I bring this up are: a) to prove that I’ve actually done something with my unemployed days, and b) the colony in question is tentatively called Jacksonville, after this song.