Chris Cornell Just Couldn’t Break His Rusty Cage In The End



God Damn those drugs that allure people, seduce them, and ultimately kill them. We don’t know for sure that drugs contributed directly to Chris Cornell’s suicide, but we do know that they severely fucked him up for most of his life, and we also know that their destructive seductive powers rarely disappear for former users.

Cornell once joked that he pioneered the abuse of OxyContin in the 90s. Today, with opioid abuse reaching epidemic proportions around the world, let’s hope that Cornell’s death marks the turning point in the battle against the abuse of these deadly chemicals. The man was simply too great an artist to die in vain.

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He was without question one of the greatest Rock vocalists who ever lived. He had a four-octave range and an incredible versatility from balls-out power, to a deeply affecting growl, to whisper-sweet acoustic singing. On Twitter today Jimmy Page called Cornell “Incredibly talented. Incredibly young. Incredibly missed”. Perry Farrell tweeted “A shining voice in music has left us in the midnight. He was a complex and gentle soul. Chris Cornell has flown into the black hole sun”.

Cornell was also a highly gifted songwriter. The chord structure and progression of “Black Hole Sun” is original and truly brilliant. His lyrics often movingly and powerfully captured the inner conflict of a tortured artist. We have lost a great artist, but thank goodness his pain is finally over. Rest in peace you beautiful warrior.

“Rusty Cage”

You wired me awake
And hit me with a hand of broken nails
You tied my lead and pulled my chain
To watch my blood begin to boil
But I’m gonna break
I’m gonna break my
I’m gonna break my rusty cage and run
Too cold to start a fire
I’m burning diesel burning dinosaur bones
I’ll take the river down to still water
And ride a pack of dogs
I’m gonna break
I’m gonna break my
I’m gonna break my rusty cage and run
Hits like a Phillips head
Into my brain
It’s gonna be too dark
To sleep again
Cutting my teeth on bars
And rusty chains, I’m gonna break my
Rusty cage and run
When the forest burns
Along the road
Like God’s eyes
In my headlights
When the dogs are looking
For their bones
And it’s raining icepicks
On your steel shawl
I’m gonna break
I’m gonna break my
I’m gonna break my rusty cage and run

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One comment to “Chris Cornell Just Couldn’t Break His Rusty Cage In The End”
  1. On a personal note, I was recently in the hospital with some pain and I discovered that I may need surgery. To keep a long story short, the soonest I can get a consultation due to red tape and an inefficient health care system is over 30 days. During this duration I was told to ‘manage my pain’ with an opioid and that if I needed more ‘pain management’ that I should request it. The moral here is that these drugs are dangerous, too good, too strong, too altering and it seems that in my case, doctors aren’t aware of the clear and present danger it immediately puts a user in. There is such a thing as an addictive personality, but if you ask any average person to be chemically dependent on what is a morphine-based product to ‘make ya feel better’, chances are you’re going to condition yourself pretty quickly.

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