Want (Instrumental Demo)

I wanted to write a tribute of some kind since Ozzys passing and this is it. Black Sabbath have been a deeply important part of my life, giving it a sense of meaning in a world I rarely fit into. It felt incredibly inspiring that four men from working class backgrounds could achieve heights never seen before, all the while being sneered at by the establishment, precisely because they were from where they were from.
In my life at different points I have revered each member of Black Sabbath in turn for periods of time. At first it was Toni, he is the main inspiration for me playing guitar, then I became the "well actually" guy and became obsessed with a two man rhythm section that I still believe is the best ever, and lastly, Ozzy, it took me a good while to truly appreciate the mercurial genius that is Ozzy Osbourne; no one like him before or since. I was not sad when he passed, I felt over joyed he had the chance to play that last show, and feel how much he meant to everyone.
Anytime I play I feel I owe a debt of gratitude to those four men from Aston, All my riffs, all my lead, its just a love letter to the best band ever, Black Sabbath.
God Bless Ozzy

Ozzy and the lads

Billions of gallons of raw sewage from Philly are released into the Delaware annually, report reveals. Philadelphia discharges 12.7 billion gallons of raw, diluted sewage into the Delaware River's watershed each year


[Verse 1]
Under the Ben Franklin Bridge, the water runs dark and slow,
Twelve-point-seven billion reasons why the river's lost its glow.
Cobbs Creek and Tacony whisper secrets to the tide,
Every raindrop brings a warning that the city's trying to hide.
[Pre-Chorus]
Sixty percent of the pipes still share the same old vein,
Stormwater and sorrow mixing in the acid rain.
[Chorus]
Delaware, Delaware, you carry more than ships,
You carry the weight of a century's eclipse.
Half the year you're closed for swimming,
Seventy-two hours after the storm stops brimming-
We sing for the fish, we sing for the kids,
For the outfalls numbered one through one-sixty-four,
Delaware, Delaware, what are we waiting for?
[Verse 2]
Camden County counts the days-ninety-four on the Cooper's shore,
One-eighteen for Newton Creek, still begging for something more.
Green roofs and rain gardens bloom like hopeful graffiti,
But the volume keeps on climbing with the rising of the sea.
[Pre-Chorus]
Floatables and solids caught in screens of rusted steel,
A postcard from the underworld nobody wants to feel.
[Chorus]
Delaware, Delaware, you carry more than ships,
You carry the weight of a century's eclipse.
Half the year you're closed for swimming,
Seventy-two hours after the storm stops brimming-
We sing for the fish, we sing for the kids,
For the outfalls numbered one through one-sixty-four,
Delaware, Delaware, what are we waiting for?
[Bridge]
Portland built its tunnels, Boston bent the arc,
D.C.'s chasing ninety-six percent before the dark.
Philly's got the blueprints, Camden's got the will,
But the price tag reads in billions and the meter's running still.
[Final Chorus]
Delaware, Delaware, don't let the current lie,
We were promised fishable, swimmable beneath a cleaner sky.
One hundred ninety-five days poisoned is one hundred ninety-four too long,
So raise the bonds, dig the tunnels, turn the overflow to song.
We sing for the fish, we sing for the kids,
For the river that divides us and the river that forgives-
Delaware, Delaware, the water's calling home.


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― Hunter S. Thompson

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