Whenever I get deeply discouraged and feel like I'm in a rut like I was feeling since last night and up until a moment ago, I listen to songs like Bad Religion's "Los Angeles is Burning."
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning
Whenever I hear those lyrics I immediately imagine a man running at full speed away from a blazing inferno that's perpetually licking at his heels.
This is not a test
Of the emergency broadcast system
Where Malibu fires and radio towers
Conspire to dance again
And I cannot believe the media Mecca
They're only trying to peddle reality,
Catch it on prime time, story at nine
The whole world is going insane
Oh, and I forgot to mention one thing: The man is smirking as he runs. Why? Because Los Angeles burns, yes, but he's got the world on a string and it's his. But he just has to get out of Los Angeles first.
A placard reads
"the end of days"
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
More a question than a curse
How could hell be any worse?
The flames are stunning
The cameras running
So take warning
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning
"One last thing, Mister Mulder... if a shark stops swimming, it will die. Don't ever stop swimming." -- The X Files | 
