I am a backseat driver from America
They drive to the left on Falls Road
The man at the wheel's name is Seamus
We pass a child on the corner he knows
And Seamus says, "Now, what chance has that
Kid got?"
And I say from the back, "I don't know."
He says, "There's barbed wire at all of these exits...
And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid
To go."
It's a hard life
It's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
Then, the hard life is all that they'll know
And there ain't no place in Belfast for
These kids to go
A cafeteria line in Chicago
The fat man in front of me
Is calling black people trash to his children
He's the only trash here I see
And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his children should sleep
But, they slip to their window and they see him
And they think that white hood's all they need
It's a hard life
It's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
Then, the hard life is all that they'll know
And there ain't no place in Chicago for
These kids to go
I was a child in the sixties
Dreams could be held through TV
With Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin Luther
Oh, I believed, I believed... I BELIEVED
Now, I am the backseat driver from America
I am not at the wheel of control
I am guilty, I am war,... I am the root of all evil
Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road
It's a hard life
It's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
Then, the hard life is all that they'll know
And there ain't no place in this world for
These kids to go
He might pass by in the hour of need
There's a lot of souls
Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory
Hey - look there goes
Hey - look there goes
If you're after getting the honey - hey
Then you don't go killing all the bees
Lord, there goes Martin Luther King
Notice how the door closes
When the chimes of freedom ring
I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying
*Is what was true now no longer so
Hey - I hear what you're saying
Hey - I hear what he's saying
If you're after getting the honey - hey
Then you don't go killing all the bees
What the people are saying
And we know every road - go, go
What the people are saying
There ain't no berries on the trees
Let the summertime sun
Fall on the apple - fall on the apple
Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine
Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line
We think there is a soul, we don't know
That soul is hard to find
Hey - down along the road
Hey - down along the road
If you're after getting the honey
Then you don't go killing all the bees
Hey - it's what the people are saying
It's what the people are saying
Hey - there ain't no berries on the trees
Hey - that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees
You're checking out the honey, baby
You had to go killin' all the bees
Above is Gruppo Romm Draculas, the Romm (Gypsy) band that I met while in Florence. They were /incredible/ musicians and, though I didn't get too much chance to talk to any of them, they seemed very nice. The instrument between the stand-up bass and the accordian is a cimbalom, which is something like a very complicated xylophone... Well, perhaps more like a harpiscord (as that's a little more like how it sounds). I loved to watch that guy play. :D I have two CDs from these guys so I'll be uploading lots of tracks. :D
Though I met them in Italy, they told me that they're from Romania. Romanian Romm. I couldn't help but think of Pietro and Wanda. But, of course, that wasn't the only reason I was interested in them. It's incredible music. To the left is one of the tracks I've been listening to a lot. I was a little surprised to actually them playing this when I saw them. (It just seemed too... Perfect? Borderline stereotypical? Hehe.) Well, they /were/ called The Draculas. ;)
Oh oh oh oh
I've been thinkin' bout all the times you told me
You're so full of doubt, you just can't let it be, but I know
If you keep on comin back for more and I keep on tryin'.
I keep on tryin'
And I've been drinkin now just a little too much
And I don't know how I can get in touch with you
Now there's only one thing for me to do is to keep on tryin'
To get home to you.
And I feel so satisfied when I can see you smile.
I want to confide in all that is true so I
Keep on trying I'm through with lying.
Just like the sun above I'll keep on shining through. Oh yes I'll
Keep on trying; I'm tired of crying.
I've got to find a way to get home to you.
I've been thinkin' 'bout all the times you held me
I never heard you shout - the flow of energy was so fine.
Now I think I'll lay it on the line and keep on tryin'
To get home to you.
And I feel so satisfied when I can see you smile.
I want to confide in all that is true so I
Keep on trying I'm through with lying.
Just like the sun above I'll come on shining through, yes I will.
Keep on trying I'm tired of crying
That's what my fellow intern said when she saw this. ;P She just laughed and went on and on about how he just "looks like a real ass", asking "were you /trying/ to draw a prick? 'Cause that's what he looks like."
So I guess I succeeded. ;) But really, Pietro isn't /that/ bad... Is he? *snickers* 0 : - )
Part One of Many.
This is just a little expression study I did last semester for homework of, yes, Pietro. Now that I look at it again, after a little time has passed, I'm not so sure I don't want to make his chin a little narrower. I still like the drawing as a whole, though.
Now I need to upload my more recent stuff...
"The Futile" by Say Anything
Shit!
Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it. I'll go with the ignorance.
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me.
I am full of indifference.
What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die)
and what do those hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, the futile so (the futile, the futile)
Taste. I have no taste.
I don't like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound,
sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic.
So go choke on your irony.
What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) die
and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, the futile so
I'm eating rat poison for dinner.
Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone,
Tonight, rat poison for dinner.
Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone,
So goodnight.
Love! I shall not love, yet I'll still sing about it.
I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool.
I'm leaking the blood of a fool. (I'm full of it, I'm full of it, I'm full.)
Rat poison for dinner,
pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone.
Tonight. Rat poison for dinner,
pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone.
Tonight.
Oh I am dining alone.
Tonight. Tonight. Tonight.
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Voices trapped in yearning; memories trapped in time.
The night is my companion, and solitude my guide.
Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?
And I would be the one,
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away.
And after, I'd wipe away the tears;
Just close your eyes dear.
Through this world I've stumbled
So many times betrayed,
Trying to find an honest word to find
The truth enslaved.
Oh, you speak to me in riddles
And you speak to me in rhymes.
My body aches to breathe your breath;
Your words keep me alive.
And I would be the one,
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away.
And after, I'd wipe away the tears;
Just close your eyes dear.
Into this night I wander;
It's morning that I dread.
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread.
Oh, into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride.
Nothing stands between us here
And I won't be denied
And I would be the one,
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away.
And after, I'd wipe away the tears;
Just close your eyes dear...
... Don't ask.
Seriously, I just had to post this. It's too weird and funny. And to validate it being in this blog, I'm, um... sure that Pietro would find it funny too. Especially since he... uh, is secretly a ninja. Or something. *shifty-eyes*
"Growing Up (Falling Down)" by The Living End
I'm lying on my head
No I'm
I'm not in my bed
Just checkin' out the world
From a different angle
That's what happens when you trip
On your blindness always seems
For some reason
That it's happening to me
Why is it so
And why don't I know
Why is it so
I can't see the obstacle
In front of me
The obstacle
In front of me
Christ, I'm falling down again
It happens to me now and then
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
I won't let it fade away
I promise to be strong and brave
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
Open up your eyes
And maybe then
You'll realise the truth is in
The thoughts you hold
And not the obstacle in front of you
Why is it so
And why don't I know
Why is it so
I can't see the obstacle
In front of me
The obstacle
In front of me
Christ, I'm falling down again
It happens to me now and then
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
I won't let it fade away
I promise to be strong and brave
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
Falling down, Falling down, Falling down
Falling down, Falling down, Falling down
I'm lying on my head
No I'm
I'm not in my bed
Just checkin' out the world
From a different angle
That's what happens when you trip
On your blindness always seems
For some reason
That it's happening to me
Why is it so
And why don't I know
Why is it so
I can't see the obstacle
In front of me
The obstacle
In front of me
Christ, I'm falling down again
It happens to me now and then
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
I won't let it fade away
I promise to be strong and brave
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
