This anthemic song is so insanely fist-pounding and spirit-igniting, I just had to share it. For full impact, listen to the Glee version here
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Sing it out
Boy, you've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it out
Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs
For every time that they want to count you out
Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth
Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out
for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world
Sing it out
Boy, they're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out
Girl, they're gonna kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to make a choice if the music drowns you out
Raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth
Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world
Cleaned up,
Corporation progress
Dying in the process
Children that can talk about it
Living on the webways
People moving sideways
Sell it till your last days
Buy yourself the motivation
Generation nothing,
Nothing but a dead scene
Product of a black dream
I am not the singer that you wanted,
but a dancer
I refuse to answer; talk about the past, sir
Wrote it for the ones that want to get away.
Keep running --
Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're not
Singing out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world
You've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
You've got to be what tomorrow needs
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
too many times to make it home
Today
I told someone my skin is not half as serious as, say, liver cancer; yet liver cancer doesn't make people look at you like you are a cancer.
FREAK
You know, amputees get treated better. and they never did get asked by their schoolmates if they have a disease.
what did you call me
that's what i've been to some people. a disease.
you say i should be over that but i ain't. deal with it.
see if it breaks me
i've been dealing.
so don't look me in the eye and tell me it can't be that bad. not unless, perhaps, you care to put me back together.
i'm not easy to deal with but you were warned. i told you i'm not an easy friend to have because i'm messed up inside. been messed up for too long.
do i disgust you?
Now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground and you don't talk so loud
And you don't walk so proud
Anymore
Well, I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I'm out here on my own, and drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time to read between the lines
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lyrics from this song
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I told someone my skin is not half as serious as, say, liver cancer; yet liver cancer doesn't make people look at you like you are a cancer.
FREAK
You know, amputees get treated better. and they never did get asked by their schoolmates if they have a disease.
what did you call me
that's what i've been to some people. a disease.
you say i should be over that but i ain't. deal with it.
see if it breaks me
i've been dealing.
so don't look me in the eye and tell me it can't be that bad. not unless, perhaps, you care to put me back together.
i'm not easy to deal with but you were warned. i told you i'm not an easy friend to have because i'm messed up inside. been messed up for too long.
do i disgust you?
Now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground and you don't talk so loud
And you don't walk so proud
Anymore
Well, I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I'm out here on my own, and drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time to read between the lines
~
lyrics from this song
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Sunday, February 13, 2011
can you help me occupy my brain
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A Theory Of Monsters
The most terrifying creatures are reflections of what they project. Those that only torment us but are themselves tormented.
Monsters who move with twisted limbs or stilted walk, who leap in freakish fashion instead of an invincible bound, who seem to have woken after a decade or a century of untold suffering.
Ghosts with sad faces, vengeful child-spooks with haunted eyes, persistent whispers in the afterworld that come from having been hurt in life.
The tragic Frankenstein who was created and then deserted. The werewolf who howls with the pain of every transformation. The Blade bloodsuckers with split gaping maws who seem to have been made as a result of torturous experiment. Zombies with remnants of their slow, diseased deaths - and echoes of their former selves - clinging to their grey skin.
Without this element of tragedy, a monster is not truly complete. Monsters are more than just our darker sides. They are the dimension where we keep our sorrow and anger, anxiety and fear. And when we fail to deal with those fears, the monster finally bursts forth.
We are them and they are us.
The most feared boogeyman is one who has your face.
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Monsters who move with twisted limbs or stilted walk, who leap in freakish fashion instead of an invincible bound, who seem to have woken after a decade or a century of untold suffering.
Ghosts with sad faces, vengeful child-spooks with haunted eyes, persistent whispers in the afterworld that come from having been hurt in life.
The tragic Frankenstein who was created and then deserted. The werewolf who howls with the pain of every transformation. The Blade bloodsuckers with split gaping maws who seem to have been made as a result of torturous experiment. Zombies with remnants of their slow, diseased deaths - and echoes of their former selves - clinging to their grey skin.
Without this element of tragedy, a monster is not truly complete. Monsters are more than just our darker sides. They are the dimension where we keep our sorrow and anger, anxiety and fear. And when we fail to deal with those fears, the monster finally bursts forth.
We are them and they are us.
The most feared boogeyman is one who has your face.
~
Monday, February 7, 2011
My Serpentine
Hello, my pretties. Featured beauty of the day:
This amazing pencilwork is the masterpiece of a gifted amateur artist known as deru-san. A former college mate who graduated as Most Likely To Succeed in her class. Her main interest is manga & anime art but she sometimes does all kinds of interesting things on the side. Her current stint in Japan probably means she is only getting more fascinating while riding the weird, awesome creative streak the Japanese are known for.
It is freezing in Nihon-land right now, she says. Just right now, I can definitely feel her: the air conditioning in my office is near unbearable on a rainy day, and my fingernails are turning an interesting shade of grey-blue as I type.
Anyway...
this picture currently adorns my desktop in all its serpentine glory. It definitely 'speaks' to me. Sometimes I wish I was a reptile because people don't treat reptiles like freaks for having scaly splotchy skin. The other day I walked into a restaurant, all ready to enjoy a nice dinner, when some nosy idiot exercised her right to be rudely curious and asked if I had an allergy. (A Brit or Northern European would have politely told you to Fuck Off and Mind Your Own Business.)
So.....(why is this becoming about me again?)
Enjoy the works of the exquisitely talented and irritatingly modest deru-san. Have a good week, y'all. I know I ain't.
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There is a special kind of hell for those who treat a human being as a freakshow without having the courtesy to at least pay for the show.
Serpent 7:2
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This amazing pencilwork is the masterpiece of a gifted amateur artist known as deru-san. A former college mate who graduated as Most Likely To Succeed in her class. Her main interest is manga & anime art but she sometimes does all kinds of interesting things on the side. Her current stint in Japan probably means she is only getting more fascinating while riding the weird, awesome creative streak the Japanese are known for.
It is freezing in Nihon-land right now, she says. Just right now, I can definitely feel her: the air conditioning in my office is near unbearable on a rainy day, and my fingernails are turning an interesting shade of grey-blue as I type.
Anyway...
this picture currently adorns my desktop in all its serpentine glory. It definitely 'speaks' to me. Sometimes I wish I was a reptile because people don't treat reptiles like freaks for having scaly splotchy skin. The other day I walked into a restaurant, all ready to enjoy a nice dinner, when some nosy idiot exercised her right to be rudely curious and asked if I had an allergy. (A Brit or Northern European would have politely told you to Fuck Off and Mind Your Own Business.)
So.....(why is this becoming about me again?)
Enjoy the works of the exquisitely talented and irritatingly modest deru-san. Have a good week, y'all. I know I ain't.
~ ~ ~ ~
There is a special kind of hell for those who treat a human being as a freakshow without having the courtesy to at least pay for the show.
Serpent 7:2
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