Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Buttons

I still love this video and song for some reason. Too bad embed is disabled.

Video

The world I know...

"The World I Know"

Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why.

Are we listening?
Hymns of offering.
Have we eyes to see?
Love is gathering.
All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one.

So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself
While the tears roll down.
'Cause it's the world I know.
It's the world I know.


What an amazing world!

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Ani made me think this morning...

They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan
And they discovered a slave cemetery there
May their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon
And we've moved on to the electric chair
And I wonder who's gonna be president
Tweedle Dumb or Tweedle Dumber?
And who's gonna have the big
Blockbuster box office
This summer
How 'bout we put up a wall
Between the houses and the highway
And then you can go your way
And I can go my way
Except all the radios agree with all the TV's
And all the magazines agree with all the radios
And I keep hearing that same damn song
Everywhere I go
Maybe I should put a bucket over my head
And a marshmallow in each ear
And stumble around for another dumb numb week
For another hum drum hit song to appear
People used to make records
As in a record of an event
The event of people
Playing music in a room
Now everything is cross-marketing
It's about sunglasses and shoes
Or guns or drugs
You choose
We got it rehashed
We got it half-assed
We're digging up all the graves
And we're spitting on the past
And we can choose between the colors
Of the lipstick on the whores
Cuz we know the difference
Between the font of twenty percent more
And the font of teriyaki
You tell me
How does that make you feel?
You tell me what's real
They say that alcoholics are always alcoholics
Even when they're dry as my lips for years
Even when they're stranded on a small desert island
With no place in two thousand miles to buy beer
And I wonder is he different
Is he different
Has he changed
What he's about
Or is he just a liar
With nothing to lie about
Am I headed for the same brick wall
Is there anything I can do
About anything at all
Except go back to that corner in Manhattan
And dig deeper
Dig deeper this time
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history
Beneath unknown bones
Beneath the bedrock of the mystery
Beneath the sewage system and the path train
Beneath the cobblestones and the water main
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
Beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
Beneath everything I can think of to think about
Beneath it all
Beneath all get out
Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
Ther'es a fire that's just waiting for fuel

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Well done!


Team Fortress 2 - Meet the Red Team from Laurence Oliver Chase on Vimeo.

Taking my time...

I forgot this morning that I did not have my car, due to one of our cars being broken I automatically lose mine. I woke up a little later thinking I could leave 5 minutes before work and make it on time. When I was fully awake I remembered I was on my own.

I quickly got ready, grabbed left over lasagna for lunch, threw oatmeal, sunflower seeds, raisins and brown sugar in my thermos and poured a cup of boiling water over it and ran out the door. That is the best breakfast because when I get to work the oatmeal is soft and raisins are all plump and juicy. Anyway, going between a light jog and brisk walk I did not have much time to enjoy my trip to work. However, I still noticed the world coming to life again after the cold winter. Buds on the trees, tulips blooming, those wonderful smells. Nature is breathtaking and truly amazing. I glance at these things...and then see a poor cat, dead on the side of the road, hit by a car. Another block away I see a bird, crumpled on the sidewalk, also probably hit by a car. Tears spring to my eyes for these poor creatures. Humans seem to destroy everything. However, if nature chose to do so, it could take us out with one swoop. I switched on the weather channel before I left the house this morning, fires and extremely strong winds in Florida...and then rain and devastating flooding in another area.

Respect it, enjoy it, because nature and the weather can be vengeful. The best part of my trot to work was coming around the corner by a park where the lawn was freshly cut. The smell from that grass and soil made me stop for a second...just to breath.

I can't break away...

All my life I wanted to fly
Like the birds that you see way up in the sky
Making circles in the morning sun
Flying high in the sky 'till the day is done
(I can't break away)
Like a child in his fantasy
Punching holes in the walls of reality
All my life I wanted to fly
But I don't have the wings and I wonder why
(I can't breakaway)

Woha, well momma told me,
When I was young,
Stand tall girl
Your number one
(she said)
But you can't be what you wanna be
But you can shake the course of your destiny
I can't break away
(omina, doke doe, onimea)
Well no, no ,no ,no, no
I can't break away
(omina, doke doe, ominea)
Oh yeah,
I share,
I share you, who?
One is one
(one)
And two is two
(two)
You want me
And I hang you
Black is Black (black is black)
And white is white (whit is white)
So come out in the middle
'Till midnight
I cant break away
(omina, doke doe, ominea)
Well no, no ,no ,no, no
I can't break away
(omina, doke doe, ominea)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah-heh-heh

Well momma told me,
When I was young,
Stand tall girl (stand tall girl)
Your number one (your number one)
(she said)
You can't be what you wanna be
But you can change the course of your destiny
I can't break away
(omina, doke doe, ominea)
No, no, no ,no, no
I can't break away
(omina, doke doe, ominea)
I can't, I can't, I can't break away
(omina, doke doe, ominea)
No, no, no., no, no
I can't breakaway
(omina, doke doe, ominea)
Woo ooo ooo oh oh
I can't break away (I can't break away)

Friday, May 9, 2008

Why do we pay to be unhealthy?

I went for supper tonight at a fast food restaurant. Explain to me why when I order a grilled chicken sandwich, side salad and no drink. I paid more than someone who bought a chicken sandwich, fries and a pop. So how come the guy who was the greasy deep fried french fries and the pop full of sugar, caffeine and other crap pays less than I do when all i want was a grilled chicken sandwich and a salad. And it wasn't just a few cents different, it was over a $1.00.

In the world today people should reward you for making healthier choices! Get a free side salad when you order a grilled sandwich and juice... but no, they reward the bad choices. Very frustrating.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

In my head...

Been singing this song for no reason at all...

Original:




Remake:



Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away.

Wonder this time where she's gone,
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone,
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.

Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.

Thursday, May 1, 2008