Homeless at Holiday Time

Holiday time can be miserable, especially if you're on the street. Extreme conditions can be euphoric, too. I interviewed Richard Emerson on Swampcast one day at Lake Eola in Orlando. You can hear the euphoria in Richards voice.


Elephant Journal posted this article about a homeless man who does an incredibly good cover of Radiohead's "Creep". It's less than euphoric. It's not fun to be out there without a roof over your head.

Life teaches us lessons every waking day. A day above ground is a good day. Not everybody understands that homeless people aren't all criminals, addicts, mental cases, or some other negative condition. People become homeless because they lose their home. The rest of it is part of the story, but let's not forget that life is hard enough with food, shelter and clothing. Pick just two and see how that makes you feel. Here's the lyrics of "Special", by Radiohead:

When you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather,
in a beautiful world
I wish I was special,
you're so fucking special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice,
when I'm not around.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the fuck am I doing here?.
I don't belong here

She's running out the door,
she's running,
she run, run, run, run, run.

Whatever makes you happy,
whatever you want.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special,

but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here.

(thanks to http://www.greenplastic.com/lyrics/creep.php for the transcription)