Archive for January 2008
Growing Up
Posted on: January 23, 2008
The following song by Bruce Springsteen is for me, the best description of a young mind. With its fantasies of heroism, interlaced with images of the fantastic tales one has read. About its stubbornness, to always go against what “they say”. The obsession with ones hair. The best description of the song is the song itself. Never once does it tread the path of lyrical clichés. The strongest images it evokes in my mind are of pirates and pirate ships. A truly great song, the more u read the lyrics the more u wonder at the richness and layers of meaning.
I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said “Sit down,” I stood up.
Ooh… growin’ up
The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn’t sail but she sure could sing,
I pushed B-52 and bombed ’em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing,
I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd but when they said, “Come down,” I threw up,
Ooh… growin’ up.
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it’s really hard to hold your breath.
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress,
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said, “Pull down,” I pulled up
Ooh… growin’ up.
Ooh… growin’ up
Thoughts for the day
Posted on: January 20, 2008
if you want to unleash your killing instinct, and not be burdened with guilt, JOIN THE ARMY!!
i gave him freedom, so what if he died in the process
“freedom” and “democracy” are words you use for your funeral speech at the funeral of someone you killed
Macchars don't wear sweaters 