The Real Author of To Kill a Mockingbird

Cross-posted from Project Mockingbird.

When you get right down to it, what is popular is not always right. And what is right is not always popular. - Anonymous



I.

From reading To Kill A Mockingbird, which is my mother's favourite book, this is the lesson I learned above all.

Ms. Lee's book is so smartly written that I find it difficult to believe that Truman Capote could have possibly written it. Lee's style and Capote's style, while similar, were very different. And I can also understand how Ms. Lee found it rather offensive to think she was merely Capote's surrogate and secondary to his shining talent.

But Capote is a classic example of Icarus. He flew too high. Like in the tale of Greek mythology, his waxen wings melted in the sun, the ordeal,and the trial he faced in writing In Cold Blood ultimately ruined him. This was especially evident in the movie Capote. Indeed, looking at his later works, you see a man who was both destroyed by his greatness and whose zealous crusade to unearth the truth left him little more than a chariacture of his former self. After writing his magnum opus, Capote was good for a few half-hearted pieces in magazines, the talk show circuit, and was probably the best known openly homosexual male in the world for many years. But by the end, he was arguably little more than a joke.

As he himself pointed out, "we all know that a fag is just a homosexual gentleman who has just left the room".

As Oscar Wilde said, rather pointedly, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars".

At what price, greatness?

II.

As the film Twenty-Four Hour Party People, released in the UK back in the mid-90s, when I was last across the pond points out (and I'm paraphrasing), echoing what I have said,

It's like Icarus. It works on two levels. If you get the first one, then that's great. But if you get the second, well, you should probably read more.


III.

Meanwhile, Harper Lee wrote one book, a masterpiece, and is remembered all around the world, but particularly in the American south as a champion of women's rights, civil rights, and for making a stand against all odds. Sometimes the best artists are those who release one masterpiece and step away from the table, take their winnings, collect their chips, and go home.

If one contemplates other artists, there are those who stay too long and tarnish their former greatness by their later mediocrity. The Beatles broke up when they were at their apex of success, thus preserving their legacy of greatness forever. Their solo careers proved that they were a band in the very truest form of the phrase. They were four guys, as John Lennon said, who made it very very big. But they also had enough sense to know when to call it quits and be remembered by the brilliance they as a group accomplished together, not individually the pathetic burning embers of how they used to be.

That is the challenge that faces every artist. Sell out, or stay pure. Stay with your heart, or sell out for riches. And how difficult it is, my children, for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of God.

Indeed, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of God.

IV.


If we want to have an argument about who shot who, or who said this, where, and when and who and how, we can do that.

If we want to split hairs or kill mockingbirds, we can do that, if we so desire.

We can do that.

But if we do.

NOTHING WILL CHANGE.

And we'll be having the same discussion next year, and the next year, and the next year, and the next year.

As I have mentioned before, brothers and sisters, the Kingdom of God is within you. You are your own salvation, but salvation goes beyond what we can prove factually. There is an element of mystery present in our daily lives and those of us who want to be Doubting Thomas will always inquire for the nail marks in the hands or the place where the Roman spear pierced Jesus's side.

We can do that.

But if we do.

NOTHING WILL CHANGE.

There is a world beyond us. I do believe there is a God above. I do believe that there is something beyond who we are.

Everything happens for a reason. Call it Providence, call it what you will. I may have risen from the ashes like the Phoenix, but I know that the people will live on, as Carl Sandburg put it. I know that Atticus Finch in all his many incarnations will live on. There will be good people who cannot be bought and sold like chattle.

But there will always be mockingbirds, too.

Let us cultivate our garden community. Let us strive to think communally for the greater good first, not for selfish whims first.

V.

Als die Nazis die Kommunisten holten,
habe ich geschwiegen;
ich war ja kein Kommunist.

Als sie die Sozialdemokraten einsperrten,
habe ich geschwiegen;
ich war ja kein Sozialdemokrat.

Als sie die Gewerkschafter holten,
habe ich nicht protestiert;
ich war ja kein Gewerkschafter.

Als sie mich holten,
gab es keinen mehr, der protestierte.


When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I wasn't a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out

Martin Niemöller

An Update

All Quiet on the Western Front, so far.

I wanted to check in with all of you. I would have checked in sooner, but my primary computer was hacked into and the hard drive was effectively ruined, forcing me to take it to a store to get it restored.

Since I have come down from my manic state, I understand again how many of my comments made in times past on this blog and IRL could seem irrational, pandering for attention, suspect in veracity, proclaiming a less-than-secret ulterior motive, or merely a distraction from more important matter.

But the truth of the matter is this.

I am a sick person. I have bipolar and I have been in a manic state now for about a month. Those who have already admitted to having such things who dwell on this site know full well the powerful highs and the crashing lows. My bipolar is in a mixed state at the moment. Sometimes I feel powerful and in control, and sometimes, the course of the same day, I am thrown into crying fits so profound that all I can do is sob and weep.

I will not know until Wednesday my condition. I pray it is not HIV or Cancer, although of those two, colon/rectal cancer seems the most likely candidate. This may merely be an outbreak of HPV, which is, as many know, exaserbated by stress. Outbreaks flare up for a month, then subside. Medications can be taken to control it, but in a stressful time, a person is more contagious and thus outbreaks occur.

My life, as I'm sure you understand, has been rather stressful recently.

So I admit to being still very much on pins and needles.

It is possible I have none of the three illnesses mentioned, but I will continue to hope and pray for the best.

I thank you all for your concern and do know you are loved.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

A Quick Note

Dear Readership,

Comrade Kevin has a lot on his plate right now.

Visiting other blogs is going to have to take a backseat to getting his own affairs and emotional/physical health in order.

I will blog every day, or at least attempt to, but visiting everyone's site in a timely fashion just ain't in the cards right now.

I'm so far behind, I won't even try to read up on a week's worth of 50 different blogs.

Know that I love you all. Know that I care for you all. And know that I am your friend, always.

With great affection,

Comrade Kevin.

Watch Out, The World's Behind You



Sunday morning, praise the dawning
Its just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, sunday morning
Its just the wasted years
so close behind

Watch out, the world's behind you
Theres always someone around
you who will call

It's nothing at all

Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling
I don't want to know

Early dawning,
Sunday morning

It's all the streets you crossed,
not so long ago

Watch out, the world's behind you
Theres always someone
around you who will call

It's nothing at all

Watch out,
the world's behind you

There's always someone around
you who will call
It's nothing at all

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

Find Out That Now Was the Answer to Answers That You Gave Later

Come to see her in the river
She'll be there to wave to you

In the hope that
you'll forgive her

She will join you there.

Find out that now was the answer
to answers that you gave later


She did the things that we both did
before now and who forgave her?

Now you see how down you've fallen
Now you hear your conscience call

Thank yourself alone for not stalling
I'm not there to call

Call me a fool,
cause I need her and see her
but now you're gone

Something inside you
will tell you

I'm wise to what you're
spreading round.

If I could stand
to see her cryin'

I would tell her not to care
When she learns of all your lyin'
Will she join you there?

Find out that now was
the answer to answers
that you gave later.

There She Goes Again



There she goes again
She's out on the streets again
She's down on her knees, my friend

But you know she'll never ask you
please again

Now take a look,
there's no tears in her eyes

She won't take it from
just any guy, what can you do

You see her walkin' on
down the street

Look at all your friends
she's gonna meet

You better hit her

There she goes again
She's knocked out on her feet again
She's down on her knees, my friend

But you know she'll never
ask you please again

Now take a look,
there's no tears in her eyes

Like a bird, you know she would fly,
what can you do?

You see her walkin' on
down the street

Look at all your friends
that she's gonna meet
You better hit her

Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
Like a bird,
you know she will fly, fly, fly away

See her walking on down the street
Look at all your friends
that she's gonna meet

She's gonna bawl and shout
She's gonna work it
She's gonna work it out, bye bye

Bye bye baby
All right

After Hours



But if you close
the door

I'll never have to
see the day again.

Is That What We Want, Girls?

Just for laughs
Let's stay in and we'll
Perfect our autographs

So when the people ask for them
We can oblige

Is that what we want, girls?
Not at all
Not at all

I must be losing track
If brown is the new black

But style's in denial
The models shall be hung
They're painted and they're dry

Pointed down the runway
Towards the sky

Just for fun
Let's go out tonight

And get our colours done
Oh when the seasons change
We'll look ridiculous

Is that what we want boys?
Not at all
Not at all

I'm certain that
summer's my season

So I can't take the
fall for that reason

It hurts my complexion
And I hate my reflection

You must remember this
KISS is still just KISS

Their style is denial
I'll meet you when we're older
Consider it a race

But who will be the one
To paint their face Ace?

Just for once
Let's come out tonight
Let's come out tonight

I wanted to use this occasion
For trying to test my foundation

It hurts my complexion
But I hate my reflection
Without it

Not at all
Not at all
Ooo, not at all

Though Your Confidence May Be Shattered, It Doesn't Matter



All the sailors
with their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore,

Singin' songs
for pimps with tailors

Who charge ten dollars
at the door.

You can really
learn a lot that way

It will change you
in the middle of the day.

Though your confidence
may be shattered,

It doesn't matter.

All the great explorers
Are now in granite laid,

Under white sheets
for the great unveiling

At the big parade.

You can really
learn a lot that way

It will change you
in the middle of the day.

Though your confidence
may be shattered,

It doesn't matter.

All the bushleague batters
Are left to die


on the diamond.

In the stands
the home crowd scatters

For the turnstiles,

For the turnstiles,

For the turnstiles.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

A Note

I am over at The American Street today.

Check it out, y'all.

I Guess You're Just What I Needed



I don't mind you coming here
and wasting all my time

'cause when you're standing
oh so near

I kind of lose my mind

It's not the perfume
that you wear

It's not the ribbons
in your hair

I don't mind you coming here
and wasting all my time.

I don't mind you hanging
out
and talking in your sleep


It doesn't matter where you been
as long as it was deep

I always knew

you look so fine,
see I can tell.

I don't mind you hanging out
and talking in your sleep

I guess you're just what
I needed

I needed someone to feed
I guess you're just what

I needed someone to please

so please me.

I Walk Down The Lane, With A Happy Refrain



Even though you
know what you know

I know that I'm ready to
leave

am I making you feel like
you've never been born?

Saturday Video



Life is very short
and there's no time
for fussing and fighting
my friends.

I have always thought
that it's a crime

so I will ask you
once again.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Oh, Dear What Can I Do?

Baby's in black



and I'm feeling blue

Dear Sir or Madam, Have You Read My Book?



The son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job
but he wants to be a

Paperback Writer.

Listen to my Bluebird Laugh

Listen to my bluebird laugh.
She can't tell you why.

Deep within her heart, you see,
She knows only crying.

Just crying.

There she sits, aloft at perch.
Strangest color blue.

Flying is forgotten now.
Thinks only of you.

Just you.

Oh yeah...

So, get all those blues,
Must be a thousand hues.

And be just differently used.
You just know.

You sit there mesmerized
By the depth of her eyes

That you can't categorize.
She got soul.

She got soul.
She got soul.

She got soul!

Do you think she loves you?
Do you think at all?

Soon she's going to fly away.
Sadness is her own.

Give herself a bath of tears
And go home, and go home.

Nowadays Kevin Can't Even Sing

Who's that stomping
all over my face?

Where's that silhouette
I'm trying to trace?

Who's putting sponge
in the bells I once rung

And taking my gypsy
before she's begun


To singing the meaning
of what's in my mind

Before I can take home
what's rightfully mine.

Joinin' and listenin'
and talkin' in rhymes

Stoppin' the feeling
to wait for the times.

Who's saying baby,
that don't mean a thing,

'Cause nowadays Clancy
can't even sing.


And who's all hung-up
on that happiness thing?

Who's trying to tune
all the bells that he rings?

And who's in the corner
and down on the floor

With pencil and paper
just counting the score?


And who's trying to act
like he's just in between?

The line isn't black,
if you know that it's green.


Don't bother looking,
you're too blind to see


Who's coming on
like he wanted to be.

Who's saying baby,
that don't mean a thing,

'Cause nowadays
Clancy can't even sing.

And who's coming home
on the old nine-to-five?

Who's got the feeling
that he came alive,


Though havin' it,
sharin' it
ain't quite the same


It ain't no gold nugget,
you can't lay a claim

Who's seeing eyes
through the crack
in the floor

There it is baby,
don't you worry no more

Who should be sleepin',
but is writing this song


Wishin' and a-hopin'
he weren't so damned wrong.

Who's saying baby,
that don't mean a thing,

'Cause nowadays Clancy
can't even sing.

On The Way Home

When the dream came
I held my breath
with my eyes closed

I went insane,
Like a smoke ring day
When the wind blows

Now I won't be back
till later on

If I do come back at all
But you know me,
and I miss you now.

In a strange game
I saw myself as you knew me

When the change came,
And you had a

Chance to see through me

Though the other side

is just the same

You can tell
my dream is real

Because I love you,
can you see me now?

Though we rush ahead
to save our time

We are only what we feel

And I love you,
can you feel it now?

All You Need is Cash



But how quickly peace becomes war when money changers are involved.

How quickly peace becomes war when greased palms and tables are turned.

How quickly peace becomes mocking attitudes.

It would be naive to suggest that all we need is love.

But sometimes all we need is cash, knowing that love and cash are very intertwined.

So if we put our rose-tinted glasses on, let us never forget that the world is what it is. We see it through whatever filter we wish. The world is a good place when we are feeling good. It is an awful place if we are feeling awful.

We are in charge of our own reality.

We can play head games forever. We can distract ourselves from the real issues.

We can do that.

But if we do that.

NOTHING WILL CHANGE.

All you need is cash
and love.

All You Need Is Love
Author: John Lennon; Lead vocal: John Lennon

Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.

There's nothing you can
do that can't be done.


Nothing you can sing
that can't be sung.


Nothing you can say
but you can learn how to play the game.


It's easy.

Nothing you can make
that can't be made.

No one you can save
that can't be saved.


Nothing you can do but
you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

Nothing you can know
that isn't known.

Nothing you can see
that isn't shown.

Nowhere you can be that
isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love (Paul: All together, now!)
All you need is love. (Everybody!)
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need (love is all you need).

Yee-hai!
Oh yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.

Amen.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

I Could Keep Going

The Source

Jesse Woodrow Shotts.

Look at the bottom.

Or another

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Or Other Options

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Other Options are Available

Here is one potentiality.

http://www.bernsteinfirm.com/attorneys.html

And the Joke Is, Banishment or Mockingbirds?



All you've found is another back door
That no one sees a reason for

At the heart of the traveling band
You have to understand

There's a driving need
to hit the yellow line

And the joke is when he awoke his
Body was covered in coke fizz

And the joke is when he awoke his
Body was covered in coke fizz

Hey you
You¹ve been around for a while


If you'll admit that you were wrong
Then we'll admit that we're right


Hey you
Come on along for the ride

We'll hit the money city
if it takes us all night


And the joke is when he awoke his
Body was covered in coke fizz

And the joke is when he awoke his
Body was covered in coke fizz

Hey you
You've been around for a while
If you'll admit that you were wrong
Then we'll admit that we're right

Take the heart of the traveling band
You'll never understand that
All they know is the bottom line, yeah

And the joke is when he awoke his
Body was covered in coke fizz

And the joke is when he awoke his
Body was covered in coke, yeah yeah yeah

Joke is when he awoke his
Body was covered in coke, yeah yeah yeah

Joke is when he awoke his
Body was covered in coke fizz

She Said, You're Strange, But Don't Change

Oh, hello Mr. Soul,
I dropped by
to pick up a reason

For the thought that I caught
that my head
is the event of the season

Why in crowds just a trace
of my face
could seem so pleasin'

I'll cop out to the change,
but a stranger
is putting the tease on.

I was down on a frown
when the messenger
brought me a letter

I was raised by the praise
of a fan
who said I upset her

Any girl in the world
could have easily
known me better

She said, You're strange,
but don't change,
and I let her.


In a while will the smile
on my face
turn to plaster?

Stick around while the clown
who is sick
does the trick of disaster


For the race of my head
and my face
is moving much faster

Is it strange I should change?
I don't know,
why don't you ask her?

A Personal Update

I appreciate the prayers, the well-wishes, and the manner of support I have received across the interwebs.

My bipolar has been noted before and my manic stage is subsiding. However, my doctors are running additional tests and I will not know anything definite until Wednesday.

As I have only Medicaid, my primary care physician, whom I have seen for nearly ten years, understands that getting the quality of care I need will require him pulling strings to work within the system itself. Indeed, I could have gone to the local charity hospital, but as many of you may know, the quality of care at any non-profit hospital is less than sub-standard.

So let it be known that they are checking for several things.

Three big things.

1) HIV
2) Rectal Cancer
3) HPV/herpes

I do not necessarily have any of these three and I will not know until the results of the tests come back on Wednesday of next week. They are having to run some very expensive, and very involved tests to get to the bottom of what I have.

Needless to say, when I posted that I was dying, I was not speaking in ways that could seem exaggerated or hyperbolic. I understand mania has a tendency to produce grandiosity and such things, but I was really rather serious.

But if by dying I mean I have a chronic illness that will eventually, slowly, over time, kill me in the end, then that is what I mean.

I pray. I take care of myself. And I try not to let other people walk over me who do not understand and would use information against me.

Go in peace, all of you.

Amen.

Right or Wrong?

As we spin and cycle into an increasingly toxic environment of who shot who, and what did he knows when he knew it, and what did she know when she knew it, and who Judas is, who was the betrayer, and drama of all sort, it would do us well to understand that we vote from our hearts first.


We vote with our conscience, supposedly, but many of vote based on selfish ulterior motives. We think, I'm a little guy here. I have my job, my family, maybe my kids, and really, when you boil it all down...I'm scared of losing what I've worked so hard to achieve for myself.

Those who would vote will vote out of fear because fear is such an easy thing to exploit in the human condition. We should never negotiate out of fear, but we should never fear to negotiate.

But we must trust again. We must learn to have faith again. Not blind faith that is rooted in naive optimism, but real faith that we can accomplish together what we could never accomplish by ourselves. Out of one, we are many.

If we say, "forget about your house of cards, and I'll do mine", then that thinking from the inside outwards, rather than the outside inwards does not help matters whatsoever. That's a defensive response that does not move the dialog forward. We must learn to think communally with a common purpose, and not individually with a common set of ulterior motives.

We can make mistakes and we can deal with distracting matters.

As I said, we can do that.

But if we DO.

Then NOTHING will change.

Ten years ahead of time
or about one year behind

Sometimes it tends to get to me
Don't defy the hand

That leads to the light
of renown

It's a battle that won't make
any sound

Either you're with us
Or you're not

Sometimes lately
I just wanna be caught

Right or wrong
We're breaking their hearts again

Wonder what you're
waiting for?

Right or wrong
We're breaking their hearts again

This one's for the girls
There's no particular one in the world
Until I got a glimpse of what could be
Was shocked by what I couldn't foresee

And in spite of the times
I never really wanna come out

You're always with me
when you're not
Lights are up
We're all gonna be caught

Right or wrong
You're breaking our hearts, again

Wonder what you're waiting for?

Right or wrong
You're breaking our hearts

Right or wrong
We're breaking their hearts again

Right or wrong?

Right or wrong?

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

So You Think '21 is Going To Be A Good Year?




TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD
ONE PAGE AT A TIME




Lover:
Got a feeling '21
Is going to be a good year,
Especially if you and me
See it in together.

Father:
So you think '21
Is going to be a good year?
It could be good for me and her,
But you and her - no, never!
I had no reason to be over optimistic,
But somehow, when you smiled
I could brave bad weather...

Mother:
What about the boy?
What about the boy?
What about the boy?
He saw it all!

Mother & Father:
You didn't hear it.

You didn't see it.
You won't say nothing to no-one
Ever in your life.
You never heard it.
Oh, how absurd it all seems
Without any proof.

You didn't hear it.
You didn't see it.
You never heard it - not a word of it!
You won't say nothing to no-one,
Never tell a soul
What you know is the Truth.

Father:

Got a feeling '21
Is going to be a good year,
Especially if you and me
See it in together.
Got a feeling '21
Is going to be a good year,
Especially if you and me
See it in together.
I had no reason to be over-optimistic,
But somehow, when you smiled, I could brave bad weather...

Mother:

What about the boy?...

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME



When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said—
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME

Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, 145

He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.

Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. 150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME

If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling. 155
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)

I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 160
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.

You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?

HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME 165
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME

Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 170
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

Not Everyone

Many people don't realize this song was written in reference to the breakup of The Beatles. It is a direct response to "Here Comes the Sun".

Here Comes the Sun?
Who LOVES the sun?

I'll Last A While

I am a child, I'll last a while.
You can't conceive
of the pleasure in my smile.

You hold my hand,
rough up my hair,
It's lots of fun
to have you there.

God gave to you,
now, you give to me,
I'd like to know
what you learned.


The sky is blue
and so is the sea.

What is the color,
when black is burned?

What is the color?

You are a man, you understand.
You pick me up
and you lay me down again.

You make the rules,
you say what's fair,

It's lots of fun
to have you there.

God gave to you,
now, you give to me,

I'd like to know
what you learned.

The sky is blue
and so is the sea.

What is the color,
when black is burned?

What is the color?

I am a child, I'll last a while.

You can't conceive
of the pleasure in my smile.

Other People's They Have to Work

Standing on the corner,
suitcase in my hand,

Jack is in his coat,
and Jane is her vest, and, me,

I'm in a rock'n'roll band. Huh!
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat, Jim
Y'know, those were different times!

Oh, all the poet,
they studied rules of verse,

And the ladies,
they rolled their eyes.
Sweet Jane! Whoa!
Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!

I'll tell you something,
Jack, he is a banker,
And Jane, she is a clerk.

Both of them save their monies, ha,
And when, when they come home from work!
Ooh! Sittin' down by the fire, oh!

The radio does play,
The classical music there, Jim.
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers".

All you protest kids.
You can hear Jack say, get ready, ah,
Sweet Jane! Come on baby now!
Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!

Some people, they
like to go out dancing,

And other peoples, they have to work.
Just watch me now!

And there's even
some evil mothers,

Well they're gonna tell you
that everything is just dirt.

Y'know that, women, never really faint,
And that villains
always blink their eyes, woo!

And that, y'know, children
are the only ones who blush!

And that, life is, just to die!
And, everyone who ever had a heart, oh,
That wouldn't turn around and break it.

And anyone who ever played a part, whoa,
And wouldn't turn around and hate it!

Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh!
Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane.
Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane.

Heavenly wine and roses,
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles. ah,
Heavenly wine and roses,
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles. hey!
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la, oh
Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!

You're Asking Is It Good or Bad?



Stephanie says
that she wants to know

Why she's given half her life,
to people she hates now

Stephanie says when
answering the phone

What country shall I say
is calling from across the world?

But she's not afraid to die,
the people all call her Alaska

Between worlds so the
people ask her 'cause
it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind

Stephanie says that
she wants to know

Why it is though she's the door
She can't be the room

Stephanie says but doesn't
hang up the phone

What sea shell she is calling
from across the world

But she's not afraid to die,
the people all call her Alaska

Between worlds so the people ask her
'cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind

She asks you is it good or bad?

It's such an icy feeling
it's so cold in Alaska,
it's so cold in Alaska,
it's so cold in Alaska

The Final Word for Tonight

This behavior is endemic everywhere because it is endemic to our society and a testament to how broken it is. And if we were truly honest with ourselves, we'd know that there is a perversity to humanity that fosters this sort of behavior.

What This Comes Back To, Always

I rarely ever talk about myself on the blog. I try to make this my public face, but there are times where my private life spills over into my spiritual/political life.

And that was in evidence today by when I returned from the doctor and I drove past the house where the abuse transpired. Though they have painted the house a much more uplifting lighter shade of green, the dark shadow of pure evil still lurks behind the walls and the bedrooms.

I'm going to hint at what happened to me very vaguely because this blog is increasingly a more and more public forum by which all can view this information and have done so over the past several months.

So I will very tenderly say this. The Hitler figure, the abuser, he is dead. And as much as I would like to believe in a hell, I do not, but if there is hell below, I hope he is in it.

And I was not the only one, either. The trauma of the past week has made me understand what happened exactly. I was forced, by a man, Mr. DeJohn, to have sex with his two boys, his daughter, his wife, and himself. He watched. He was the ringleader. He was rather like Charles Manson if you read about how he directed his orgies of broken and often sexually abused followers, many of which were women who had been sexually abused themselves.

Again, this blog is meant as my public face, but how quickly my public face and my private face are intertwined.

I will post more about this on Male Survivor, and if you are so inclined to read it, I'm sure you will. But it will be rather disturbing, because it is a very disturbing story.

Or a More Appropriate Rendition

And for those of us who love Mrs. Robinson, and potentially lust in our hearts, like Jimmy Carter. *grins*

The Gift That Keeps On Giving



But you don't really mean you want to kill a mockingbird, do you?

Some of you have died already. Some of you will already die.

I may or may not necessarily be killed by a Mockingbird or have killed Mockingbirds or have mocking behaviors.

All time will tell
is that everything is a lie.

I lost the fight
but won the war.

I'm So Happy, Cause Today I've Found my Friends (They're in my head?)



I'm so excited
I can't wait
to meet you there

and I don't care

I'm so horny
that's okay
your will was good

yeah.

Your Goose Is Cooked, Your Reputation is Shot (So to Speak)



Wake up little Susie,
wake up, wake up little Susie,
wake up

We both fell sound asleep,
wake up little Susie and weep

The movie's over,
it's four o'clock and YOU'RE in trouble deep

Wake up little Susie,
wake up little Susie

Well, what're I'm gonna tell your mama,
what am I gonna tell your pop

What're you gonna tell your friends

when they say 'ooh la la'


Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie

Well, I told your mama
that you'd be in by ten

Well, Susie baby,
looks like we goofed again

Wake up little Susie,
wake up little Susie,

you gotta go home

Wake up little Susie,
wake up, wake up little Susie, wake up
The movie wasn't so hot,
it didn't have much of a plot

We fell asleep,
your goose is cooked,
your reputation is shot

Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night



Take these broken wings
and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting
for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing
in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes
and learn to see

All your life
You were only waiting
for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light
of the dark black night

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light
of the dark black night

You were only waiting
for this moment to arise

You were only waiting
for this moment to arise

You Ain't the First and You Ain't the Last

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Uncle Bear Painted This



I told you why I changed my mind
I got bored by playing with time

I know you thought you had me nailed
But I've freed my head from your garden rails

Now it's a legal matter, baby
You got me on the run
It's a legal matter, baby
A legal matter from now on

My mind's lost in a household fog
Wedding gowns and catalogs
Kitchen furnishings and houses
Maternity clothes and baby's trousers

Now it's a legal matter, baby
Marryin's no fun
It's a legal matter, baby
A legal matter from now on

I told you why I changed my mind
I got bored by playing with time
I know you thought you had me nailed
Well, I've freed my head from your garden rails

Now it's a legal matter, baby
You got me on the run
It's a legal matter, baby
A legal matter from now on

Just want to keep doing
all the good things I do

And not work all day in an office
just to bring my money back to you
Sorry, baby

How Do You Sleep, Sister?



So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise

You better see right
through that mother's eyes


Those freaks was right
when they said you was dead

The one mistake you made
was in your head

Oh how do you sleep?
Oh how do you sleep
at night?


You live with straights
who tell you you was king

Jump when your mama
tell you anything

The only thing you done
was yesterday

And since you've gone
you're just another day

Oh how do you sleep?
Oh how do you sleep at night?

Oh how do you sleep?
Oh how do you sleep at night?

A pretty face may
last a year or two

But pretty soon they'll see
what you can do

The sound you make
is muzak to my ears

You must have learned something
in all those years

Oh how do you sleep?
Oh how do you sleep at night?

Too Many Hungry People Losing Weight

Too many people going underground,
Too many reaching for a piece of cake.

Too many people pulled and pushed around,
Too many waiting for that lucky break.

That was your first mistake,
You took your lucky break
and broke it in two.

Now what can be done for you?
You broke it in two.

Too many people sharing party lines,
Too many people never sleeping late.

Too many people paying parking fines,
Too many hungry people losing weight.

That was your first mistake,
You took your lucky break and broke it in two.

Now what can be done for you?
You broke it in two.

Too many people preaching practices
Don't let them tell you what you wanna be.

Too many people holding back,
This is crazy and maybe it's not like me.

That was your last mistake,
I find my love awake and waiting to be.
Now what can be done for you?

She's waiting for me.


It's An Orientation of Being Fairness Based

This election cycle we are going through has fostered pettiness, major immaturity, and major attitudes that are, if nothing else, counter-productive to the general discourse. So let's not forget our sense of humor in the process.

I understand something about a government. I was one.

But the thing is, brothers and sisters, we need to be making the pie higher, not smaller. We need to be making the pie smarter, not dumber. More seldom than not, the internets gives us exquisite conflict and wholesome violence. Is the highways of our internets organizations too few?

It's just an orientation of being fairness based here. We need to be asking ourselves. Is our children educated? Is our children learning? Tell them I have learned from things I may or may not have done.

The answer, as I have understood it, is simple. Children do learn.

And sometime expectations rise above that which is expected.

I think we are greatly misunderestimated as for our impacts in the broadest world, which is big. Impacts. That's an old Texas word, it means victory.

Brazil, that's a country. It's big.

When I find myself lapsing into the vernacular it can be very misconcerting. I myself was raised by a Bushonic parents.

Still, I believe the human being and the fish can co-exist peacefully. We are our brother's keeper. We are our sister's keeper.

For those who say "No, We Can't", I'd like to respond with my own eloquent statements that prove eloquent.

"No, YOU Won't".

I'm Set Free



Thom Yorke:
I've been set free and I've been bound
To the memories of yesterday's clouds
I've been set free and I've been bound
And now I'm set free, I'm set free
I'm set free to find a new illusion

Beck:
I've been blinded but now I can see
What in the world has happened to me?
The prince of stories who walks right by me
And now I'm set free, I'm set free
I'm set free to find a new illusion

Thom Yorke:
I've been set free and I've been bound
Let me tell you people just what I've found
I saw my head laughing, rolling on the ground
And now I'm set free, I'm set free
I'm set free to find a new illusion

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

The Smoking Gun

The Smoking Gun


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For All The Broken Hearted People, Living in the World of Greed



When I find myself
in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom

Let it be
And in my hour of darkness

She is standing right
in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be

Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

For all the
broken hearted people
Living in the world of greed

There will be an answer
Let it be

For though they may
be parted there is

Still a chance
that they will see

There will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be an answer
Let it be

And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light
that shines on me

Shine until tomorrow
Let it be

I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me

There will be no sorrow
Let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow

Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom

I'm a Clean Cut Kid, I've Been to College, Too



I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to stay.
I was mighty, mighty tired,

I had gone a long, long way.
I said, "Hey, hey, in there,

Is there anybody home?"
I was standin' on the steps

Feelin' most alone.

Well, out comes a farmer,
He must have thought
that I was nuts.

He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts.

I fell down
To my bended knees,

Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't shoot me, please!"

He cocked his rifle
And began to shout,

"Are You that travelin' salesman
That I have heard about."

I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and it's true,

I'm a clean-cut kid
And I been to college, too."

Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita.

She looked like she stepped out of
La Dolce Vita.

I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad,

And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had.

He said, "What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell?"

I said, "I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well."

Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn't lie.

"I guess you're tired,"
He said, kinda sly.

I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove."

He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove.
Just one condition

And you go to sleep right now,
That you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow."

I was sleepin' like a rat
When I heard something jerkin'.

There stood Rita
Lookin' just like Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you like to take a shower?
I'll show you up to the door."

I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been through this movie before."

I knew I had to split
But I didn't know how,
When she said,
"Would you like to take that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't leave
Unless the old man chased me out,
'Cause I'd already promised
That I'd milk his cows.

I had to say something
To strike him very weird,

So I yelled out,
"I like Fidel Castro and his beard."

Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way,

As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I heard you say?"

I said, "I like Fidel Castro,
I think you heard me right,"
And ducked as he swung

At me with all his might.
Rita mumbled something
'Bout her mother on the hill,

As his fist hit the icebox,
He said he's going to kill me
If I don't get out the door

In two seconds flat,

"You aren't patriotic,
Rotten doctor Commie rat."

Well, he threw a Reader's Digest
At my head and I did run,
I did a somersault

As I seen him get his gun
And crashed through the window

At a hundred miles an hour,
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers.

Rita said, "Come back!"
As he started to load
The sun was comin' up
And I was runnin' down the road.

Well, I don't figure I'll be back
There for a spell,
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel.

He still waits for me,
Constant, on the sly.
He wants to turn me in
To the F.B.I.

Me, I romp and stomp,
Thankful as I romp,
Without freedom of speech,
I might be in the swamp.

Better Days?

I'm just a good boy,
working hard to get my pay

A little time,
a little trouble,
a better day

I see no reason as for why
it cannot be

A little time,
a little trouble,
a better day

You bury your head in
the things you said, that's fine

But the days go by and
you know it's getting dark at nine

You give all you want,
but you take away what's mine

We can make it better, baby,
so much better all the time

Just a good boy
Looking hard to see my way
A little time, a little trouble, a better day

I see no reason as for why it cannot be
A little time, a little trouble, a better day

Well, you bury your head in the things
you said, that's fine

But the days go by and you know
it's getting dark at nine

You give all you want,
but you take away what's mine

We can make it better
Baby, so much better all the time

Just a good boy
Looking hard to see my way

A little time,
a little trouble,
better days.

If You Can, Tell Me How, Tell Me Why

Where did you go
when you were needed?

Was it someplace
I know where they care?

Cries in the rain

I'll learn to get by
without you for the pain in my heart

I'll be the one
we'll be together

I'll be the one
forever and ever

Look at me now,
am I the loser?

If you can't tell me how,
tell me why

But just the same

I'll learn to get by without you
for the pain in my heart


I'll be the one
we'll be together

I'll be the one
forever and ever and ever

Amen.

Driver, Driver, Go Too Fast



Suitcase, suitcase
follow me 'round

Bootlace,
bootlace tie me down

Money for fun
Golden crowns

Well it's all inside a game
we've been playing

for so long

Driver, driver go too fast
Miser, miser make it last
Pusher, pusher on the run

Well it's all inside a game
we been playing, so long

I'm sorry to be leaving
That's all I get to say
I'm sorry to be leaving today

Well I'm sorry to be leaving
That's all I get to say
I'm sorry to be leaving here today

Driver, driver go too fast
Miser, miser make it last
Pusher, pusher on the run

Well it's all inside a game
we've been playing so long

Money

Stole my lady

Fools have a way
of making me crazy.

Money
Buy your freedom.

Rules
Have a way of making me
lazy.

So we grow a little older
With another tale to tell

So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell

Money
Make you feel unhappy

Rules
Have a way of
making me crazy.

So we grow a little older
With another tale to tell

So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell

Tuesday Afternoon



Tuesday afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
now I'm on my way

It doesn't matter to me,
chasing the clouds away.

Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why?

Those gentle voices I hear,
explain it all with a sigh.

I'm looking at myself
reflections of my mind,

It's just the kind of day
to leave myself behind.

So gently swaying through
the fairyland of love,

If you'll just come with me
you'll see the beauty of

Tuesday afternoon, Tuesday afternoon.

Tuesday, afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
now I'm on my way.

It doesn't matter to me,
chasing the clouds away.

Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why?

Those gentle voices I hear,
explain it all with a sigh.

Same Old Flame

Drank it all to the last taste
I woke up with a fresh face

Another date in the U.K.
And everybody surrounds us
Living high on the tour bus

It's not that bad
The best we've had

I ate Italian in Germany
I spent my money on magazines

Tried to talk to me and my friends
But the phone wouldn't reach her

I burned down to the filter
Another day to wait
She should see my face

Are you gonna tell me soon
What the hell I'm supposed to do?
To make it feel alright

I've got more to say than you
But I'm not sure what that proves

Steppin' 'round the same old flame
It's not my fault I'm not to blame
Dancing 'round the same old flame

Had some trouble when I went south
You had to come down and bail me out
And that's the damage between us

When the storm blew me out of town
And when my feet finally hit the ground
I was miles away with no one around

Are you gonna tell me soon
What the hell I'm supposed to do
To make it feel alright?

I've got more to say than you
But I'm not sure what that proves

Steppin' 'round the same old flame
It's not my fault I'm not to blame
Dancing 'round the same old flame

It's a major cause of damage between us
It's a major cause of
Damage between us
Damage between us
Damage between us
Damage between us

Cigarettes that burn too fast
But the same old flame justs lasts
I've got more to say to you
But I'm afraid to follow through
Are you gonna tell me soon
What the hell I'm supposed to do
To make it feel alright

What About Your Sister, I often miss her

You touched my hand
I'm not a fan

You held a dance in your basement

The mirror ball
The horse's stall

There was no arrangement
You're so thin
Where've you been?

I never got the chance to tell you
Yes or no
I let it go too long
Alright

Out and about with the Junior Panthers
And now I'm riding on the back
Looking over your shoulder
So you'll know I'm there

I forgot to signal right
Now I'm running the red light

What about your sister, I often miss her
But I see her more than you

Now I see you
I don't see you at all
In the mirror ball

The Darkest Hour Is Always Only Just Before the Dawn



It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a Long Time Gone.

And it appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long

Time, yes, a long, long, long,
long time before the dawn.

Turn, turn any corner.
Hear, you must hear what the people say.

You know there's something
that's goin' on around here,

The surely, surely, surely
won't stand the light of day.

And it appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long

Time, yes, a long, long,
long, long time before the dawn.

Speak out,
you got to speak out against the madness,

You got to speak your mind,
If you dare.

But don't no don't now
try to get yourself elected

If you do you had better cut your hair.
`Cause it appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Time, such a long long long long time before the dawn.

It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a long time gone.
But you know,

The darkest hour is always
Always just before the dawn.


And it appears to be a long, appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long
Time before the dawn.

Blame It On Cain, Don't Blame It On Me



Once upon a time, I had a little money
government burglars took it along

before I could mail it to you
still you are the only one

now I can't let it slip away

so if the man with the ticker tape,
he tries to take it

well, this is what I'm gonna say

blame it on cain
don't blame it on me

oh-oh, oh, it's nobody's fault
but we need somebody to burn

Well, if I was a saint
with a silver cup

and the money got low
we could always heat it up

or trade it in

but then the radio to heaven
will be wired to your purse

and you can run down the waveband
coast-to-coast, hand in hand
bad to worse, curse for curse
don't be dissatisfied, so if you're not satisfied

I think I've lived a little too
long on the outskirts of town

I think I'm going insane
from talking
to myself for so long

oh, but I've never been accused
when they step on your face,

then wear that good-look grin


i gotta break out one weekend
before i do somebody in

but every single time
i feel a little stronger
they tell me it's a crime,

well, how much longer?


Blame it on cain,
oh-oh, oh, please don't blame it on me
it's nobody's fault
but it just seems to be his turn

It's Just a Part of Life

Dear Friends and friends alike,

I have some news to share with all of you.

I am dying.

Some of you who know me in other incarnations know that I have bipolar. For the past three months, I have not been eating well. I have lost thirty pounds in three weeks time. I have been in the middle of a manic stage, which as some may understand well, is wonderful for your productivity, but often causes irreversible brain damage in the process. It feels like like the best roller coaster ride in the world, until you realize you can't get off the ride because someone has strapped you in and you cannot simply exit and walk away.

When I went to my doctor last Wednesday, he manipulated my medication in such a way as to bring me out of my manic state. But he also mentioned that, in his words, "this is unlike any manic episode I have ever seen."

In times such as these I think about my Christian faith and I particularly remember the verse in David's Psalms, and in the original King James'.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul:
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the
shadow of death

I will fear no evil
For thou art with me
Thy rod and thy staff
they comfort me

Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall
follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house
of the Lord for ever.

I ask for your prayers, selfishly, for me. And selfishly, I hope to know something definite as to what is wrong with me from my doctors.

And I love you all.

The Queen of Hearts Is Always Your Best Bet



Desperado,
why don't you come to your senses?

You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one

I know that you got your reasons

These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
Shell beat you if she's able

You know the queen of heats
is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table

But you only want the ones
that you cant get

Desperado, oh, you ain't
gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger,
they're drivin you home

And freedom, oh freedom well,
that's just some people talkin'

Your prison is walking through
this world all alone


Dont your feet get cold
in the winter time?

The sky wont snow
and the sun wont shine

Its hard to tell the night time
from the day

Youre losin' all
your highs and lows

Ain't it funny how
the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't
you come to your senses?

Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin',

but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you
before its too late

And Here's To You



And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you
about your for our files

We'd like to help
you learn to help yourself.

Look around you all you
see are sympathetic eyes,

Stroll around the grounds
until you feel at home.

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

Hide in the hiding place
where no one ever goes.

Put it in your pantry
with your cupcakes.

It's a little secret
just the Robinsons' affair.

Most of all you've got
to hide it from the kids.

Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson,

Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.

Heaven holds a place for those who pray,

Hey, hey, hey

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the candidate's debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at it you lose.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio,
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away,
Hey hey hey.

Wonder How You Manage To Make Ends Meet?



Lady Madonna,
children at your feet.

Wonder how you manage
to make ends meet.

Who finds the money?
When you pay the rent?

Did you think that
money was heaven sent?


Friday night arrives
without a suitcase.

Sunday morning creep
in like a nun.

Monday's child has learned
to tie his bootlace.

See how they run.
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.
Wonder how you manage
to feed the rest.

See how they run.
Lady Madonna, lying on the bed,

Listen to the music playing in your head.

Tuesday afternoon
is never ending.

Wednesday morning
papers didn't come.

Thursday night your
stockings needed mending.

See how they run.

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage
to make ends meet.

But Know That You Are On Your Own

These songs are all about you
And I'm tellin' everyone I'm doin' fine without you
I hurt you but I helped you

You may think I've a lot of nerve
But I deserve some credit
Or at least an edit

Take out the part that breaks my heart
And makes me sound uncaring
If you eliminate the swearing
Then I could show my mother
That you can go from one chord to another

G will turn to D
You'll turn to me
And you'll say

You have done me wrong
I wrote these songs about it


She's aware it's all been done before

It's another song in this key
Yeah but this one's about me
That all the validity she needs

Her criticism's brutal
But I don't really mind
Yeah, she's put it out on vinyl
But it's pretty hard to find, but you'll hear

G will turn to D
You'll turn to me
And you'll say
You have done me wrong
I wrote these songs about it

I wish I'd never taught her how to play
I knew she'd get me I should have known
Now her hands are on the fretboard

In an unfamiliar way
And it's tellin' me
She's aware it's all been done before
It's another song in this key
Yeah but this one's about me
I may not wanna hear the words to

G when put with D
But if you take what you're shown
Learn on your own
Then everything you do
Belongs to you
But know that you are on your own

On your own

The Answer Lies Not In War, But In Peace

There are those who live their life
As if there is no other
So they burn their bridges but they couldn't
Care any less

Comes a time that catches up
They pay no matter, pack their bags
And take off to another place to start
From scratch
They never get attached

Growing up was wall-to-wall excitement
But I don't recall another who could
Understand at all
And I didn't try to find what I just had to fall
Fall out

It's alright, I've had it up to here with everyone
And so I'll say
That there's nothing left to make me want to stay

There are those who live their life
Afraid of consequences
So they learn to sit on fences
And they can't step on toes
My heart goes out to those
They're right under my nose

Growing up was pretty dull
I often times exaggerate
The ones I hate that I
Could never save
And I realize of course
That there will come a day
That I will say

That there's nothing left to make me want to stay
But I can never go away
That there's nothing left to make me want to stay
And I will never go away
And there's nothing left to make me want to stay

One Generation Got Old, One Generation Got SOLD

Now that we are unified, as much as any group of humans will ever be unified, let us put our own individual plans into actions. I have seen a spirit of common purpose among many that I have never seen before in my life.

This deeply encourages me. Negotiating the landmines of daily life, as well as the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune is never an easy task. Our Kos world, our blogsophere world, and our real life often times provides equal challenges. And those of us who would dare to take on the lobbyists, the special interests, on behalf of the toilers everywhere, will be a threat to the status quo.

But we will answer their demands for a gold standard, by saying to them, you shall not press down upon the brow of labor, this crown of thorns! You shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold!

The Revolution Will Be No Re-Run, brother. The Revolution will be live.




Look what's happening
out in the streets

Got a revolution
Got to revolution

Hey I'm dancing down the streets
Got a revolution
Got to revolution

Ain't it amazing all the people I meet?
Got a revolution
Got to revolution

One generation got old
One generation got soul

This generation got no destination to hold
Pick up the cry

Hey now it's time for you and me

Got a revolution
Got to revolution

Come on now
we're marching to the sea

Got a revolution
Got to revolution

Who will take it from you?

We will and who are we
We are volunteers of America!