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April 24, 2005

What It's Like

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We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked, and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replies
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like

I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin, I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win, and a sad man grin, I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad, and the down side of up, and everything between
I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup, and smoked the finest green
I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max he used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late, he liked to get shit-faced and keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a pick up fight, and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way, at least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
To have to lose...

by Everlast

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February 10, 2005

Mother, Father please explain to me

Mother, Father

Mother, father please explain to me
Why a world so full of mystery
A place so bitter and still so sweet
So beautiful and yet so full of sad, sad...
  
Mother, father please explain to me
Why forests march to desert speed
While snowcapped mountains melt away
What do we tell our babies, when do we say, oh
  
Mother, father please explain to me
How a man who rocks his child to sleep
Pulls the trigger on his brother's heart
He digs a hole right to the middle of this storm of hatred
  
Mother, father please explain to me
How it could be so this world has come to be
A precious balance in between
Such cruelty and such kindness please
  
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be
Unequaled in her blessings, oh, I see
Unbridled hatred so extreme, please tell me
  
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be so
Twisted between time and dreams
Oh, mother, father please explain to me
Oh, what's all this talk about?
All this talk about it
Spinning down, down, down, down, down
All this talk about
Endless words without
Nothing's done
  
Mother, father do you know
Why one man's belly overflows
Another sleeps in hunger's bed
Oh, we trade our world for a piece of bread
  
Oh Mother, father please explain to me
How this rare world's come to be
A place so full of color yet overflowing
Always in black and white
Drowning in the waters of our...
  
Mother, father please explain to me
How this world has come to be
While still blessed in all the things we see
Such a sad, sad home for you and me
  
Come out, and hold,
Come on out you
Come on out you
Come and save yourself
  
Come on out you
Come on we're taking the water
We're taken the water
We're taken the water
But you know
We got the freedom
We got the freedom
  
There's no God above
And no hell below
Oh, it's here with us
It's up to us
To keep afloat
  
How this sweet world has come to be
Oh to keep afloat
  
Mother, father please explain to me
How this rare world has come to be
Oh, let the blue planet
Let the blue planet
  
Mother, father please explain to me
Mother, father please explain

by The Dave Mathews Band

The truth about much of life lies in bitter ironies. The reason we can't understand it is because we try to fit it into our brain. It doesn't fit. Truth is very simple, just open our eyes, see and accept.

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January 31, 2005

Keane at the House of Blues

keane01.jpg My nephew Tony and I caught the Keane concert at the House of Blues in Orlando on saturday. Apparently this is the only happening venue in Florida because we met other Keane fans who commuted all the way from Tampa for this show; here is a shout out to the folks in Carolwood that we met.
keane02.jpg The show had 2 opening bands which were ok. They weren't what we came for though. By the time Keane came on stage, the house was packed like sardines. The House-of-Blues is located in Disney's Pleasure Island area so the audience was quite tame. In fact, I might go as far to say that they were too tame. Keane played a short set with the familar songs: Somewhere Only we Know, This is the last time, We might as well be strangers. There were a couple of new songs which got mixed reactions from the audience. The lead singer's voice, which is the centerpiece of the band, was sometimes drowned by the level of the music. At times, he was off key too but it only happened at the beginning of the set. As time progressed into the middle of the set, he was much better. Overall, the show was enjoyable; not great, but I can't really find faults. They are a good band that has a great 1st CD and I hope will last the test of time.

January 09, 2005

Just Be

You can travel the world
But you can't run away
From the person you are in your heart
You can be who you want to be
Make us believe in you
Keep all your light in the dark
If you are searching for truth
You must look in the mirror
And make sense of what you can see

Just be. Just be

They say learning to love yourself
Is the first step
That you take when you want to be real
And flying on planes to exotic locations
Won't teach how you really feel
Face up to the fact that you are who you are
And nothing can change that belief

Just be. Just be

'Cause now I know
It's not so far
To where I go
The hardest part is inside me
I need to

Just be. Just be

I was lost and I'm still lost
But I feel so much better.

DJ Tiesto featuring Kirsty Hawkshaw

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December 26, 2004

Cocoon

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   If I should choose to live in my cocoon 
    Wrap myself in me and cry myself to sleep 
    If I should choose to protect my tender 
    Heart build a shoell from you 
    Steal myself from you 
    
    If I decided I can't do it anymore try to 
    Be so hard I'm trying to be so fucking 
    Hard if I should choose to keep lying to 
    Myself pretend my mind is telling truths 
    Well I've got my own so who are you 
    I know I know 
    
    If I should choose to fall apart 
    Don't you think you should let me 
    If I should choose to die alone 
    You should forgive and forget me 
    I know 

by Joydrop

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December 23, 2004

just another fan of Keane

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It is raining briskly and the pelicans are flocking in a group to fight each other for food. The discards creating this ruckus come from fishermen cleaning their fish as they arrive from their afternoon catch. The choppy waves increase as the winds pick up. I am just an observer gazing blankly at the activity from my car. Keane is playing on my CD player and the somber mood is apt. My little brother Johnny turned me on to Keane some time back. At first listen "Hopes and Fears" didn't make an impression, but as I listen more, it is wonderful. The music is not like "The Smiths" but it is very reminiscent of them. Perhaps the vocals are as hypnotic as Morrissey's. Maybe the lyrics help serve to sooth a damaged soul. On a day like today, the world passes by and goes in its own way.

Currently Reading: The Paradox of Choice (Why More is Less) by Barry Schwartz

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September 07, 2004

Holly McNarland

Canada sure puts out some great music through women. The latest artist I've come across (and she is most active about 4 years ago) is Holly McNarland. What a late find, but better late than never at all. I had to get her name when listening to her cover of Phil Colin's "In the Air Tonight". Her voice sure packs a punch and her image doesn't do anything to cater to Hollywood. I am surprised I did not run across her before because she played at Lilith Fair at the Shoreline Amphitheatre in 1999. I was there, but perhaps this was a different set. Nevertheless, I am listening now and much of the raw-ness reminds me of Sinead O'Connor's best work in "The Lion and the Cobra". "Numb" is playing on my stereo right now and I can just imagine what it would be like to watch a live set of it.

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