To kick off Villar Neuropsychology’s New Music Mondays, please enjoy Float by Flogging Molly.
So often in our attempts to cope with pain, stress, or sadness we are tempted by temporary pleasures, denial, or avoidance, which can cause us greater harm in the long-term. We must always remember to avoid self-sabotage during times of distress by remaining aware of our worth, strengths, ideals, and goals. By remaining positive, utilizing available tools and supports, and focusing on solutions, we give ourselves the power to better handle even the worst of situations. Above all, we need to remain mindful of what are options are and do the best we can within the circumstances.
Float by Flogging Molly
Drank away the rest of the day,
I wonder what my liver'd say
Drink, that's all you can
Blackened days with their bigger gales
Blow in your parlor to discuss the day
Listen, that's all you can
But don't, no, don't sink the boat
That you built, you built to keep afloat
No, don't, don't sink the boat that you built
Sick and tired of what to say,
No one listens anyway
Sing, that's all you can
Rambling years of lousy luck,
You miss the smell of burning turf
Dream, that's all you can
But don't, no, don't sink the boat
That you built, you built to keep afloat
No, don't, don't sink the boat
That you built, that you built to keep afloat
Singled out for who you are,
It takes all types to judge a man
Feel, that's all you can
Filthy suits with bigot ears
Hide behind their own worst fears
Live, that's all you can
It's all you can
It's all you can do
No matter where I put my head,
I'll wake up feeling sound again
Breathe, that's all you can
Tomorrow smells of less decay,
The flowers greet this blooming fray
Be thankful, that's all you can
But don't, no, don't sink the boat
That you built, you built to keep afloat
No, don't, no, don't sink the boat
That you built, that you built to keep afloat
A ripe old age, a ripe old age
I'm a ripe old age, that's what I am…
A ripe old age, just doing the best I can
The best I can
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