“War Pigs” by Black Sabbath
Most days, “War Pigs” is the song I listen to while I’m getting ready for work. It’s my ultimate get-up anthem, and probably one of my desert island tracks. There’s a reason it’s the first track on the Paranoid album: it’s the perfect song to start something rad, or to reset my head when I’m tired and don’t feel like being a person. The slow mischevious plodding that kicks it off empathizes with exhaustion—but then the air-raid sirens and guitar kick in and Ozzy starts singing about witches and Tony Iommi starts shredding and it makes me want to fuck shit up. I love that it manages to simultaneously be both a call-to-arms and an anti-war song. Plus, it helps me roll into my job feeling like the High Priestess of Everything Awesome instead of a garbage person that worked way too many days in a row and forgot to eat breakfast again.
Katie Byrum is the author of Burn It Down (Forklift, Ohio) and is a native Kentuckian who currently lives in Brooklyn. For sixteen years, she has worked in the food and beverage industry, studying whiskey and its effects on the human psyche. She co-curates two poetry events in Brooklyn, the witchy series COVEN and the Tri-Lengua Reading Series. Her work has been featured in Gulf Coast Magazine, Lumberyard, Big Bell, iO Poetry, Split Lip Magazine, Ghost Town, Pine Hills Review, H_NGM_N, Forklift, Ohio, Handsome, Poor Claudia: Phenome, and elsewhere. Visit her online at hellohumanblog.tumblr.com.
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