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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Someday they will be loved

Death Cab for Cutie. 2005. Someday you will be loved. Plans. Lyrics available.

Sons are important. Songs are about human conflict, meaningful struggle, and often even love. Not just lust -- the mad desire for a thing -- but love -- the longing to provide goods to another that cannot be denied by anyone.

Earlier, I highlighted four songs by Guerrillas (19-2000, Clint Eastwood, Dare, and Feel Good, Inc.). Today I want to look at Someday You Will Be Loved, by Death Cab for Cutie.

"Soemday you will be loved" is about abandoning love, about the limits of what humans can give. As the Iraq War winds down, its lesson about love abandoned applies to the population who will love any hope of real love if we leave: Iraq's Sunni Arabs. For more than a year, prolonging the war has only bought them time. But for years, Sunni Arab culture, inspired by its Naser-Arafat habit of doing exactly the wrong thing, has aggravated the situation.

We will leave Iraq. There will ethnic cleansing. The Sunni Arabs will not experience love in our generation, or perhaps our lifetime. But as the global economy continues to expand, and as the Afro-Islamic Gap is eventually shrunked, someday they will be loved.

I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth

For several months, perhaps a year, Bush had a chance of bringing a government to Iraq that would reasonably represent all of her citizens. However, the violent incompetence of two men: Abu Musab Zarqawi and George Walker Bush, made that impossible. The dreams of 2003 are the dreams of the past.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Some Thoughts On the Walter Reed Army Hospital Story

Kipling, R. (1881). The last of the light brigade. Online: http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Last_of_the_Light_Brigade.

Backound Datum 1.

"There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,
There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night.
They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade;
They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade.

"They felt that life was fleeting; they knew not that art was long,
That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song.
They asked for a little money to keep the wolf from the door;
And the thirty million English sent twenty pounds and four !

"They laid their heads together that were scarred and lined and grey;
Keen were the Russian sabres, but want was keener than they;
And an old Troop-Sergeant muttered, "Let us go to the man who writes
The things on Balaclava the kiddies at school recites."

"They went without bands or colours, a regiment ten-file strong,
To look for the Master-singer who had crowned them all in his song;
And, waiting his servant's order, by the garden gate they stayed,
A desolate little cluster, the last of the Light Brigade.

"They strove to stand to attention, to straighten the toil-bowed back;
They drilled on an empty stomach, the loose-knit files fell slack;
With stooping of weary shoulders, in garments tattered and frayed,
They shambled into his presence, the last of the Light Brigade.

"The old Troop-Sergeant was spokesman, and 'Beggin' your pardon,' he said,
"You wrote o' the Light Brigade, sir. Here's all that isn't dead.
An' it's all come true what you wrote, sir, regardin' the mouth of hell;
For we're all of us nigh to the workhouse, an' we thought we'd call an' tell.

'No, thank you, we don't want food, sir; but couldn't you take an' write
A sort of 'to be continued' and 'see next page' o' the fight?
We think that someone has blundered, an' couldn't you tell 'em how?
You wrote we were heroes once, sir. Please, write we are starving now.'

"The poor little army departed, limping and lean and forlorn.
And the heart of the Master-singer grew hot with "the scorn of scorn."
And he wrote for them wonderful verses that swept the land like flame,
Till the fatted souls of the English were scourged with the thing called Shame.

"O thirty million English that babble of England's might,
Behold there are twenty heroes who lack their food to-night;
Our children's children are lisping to 'honour the charge they made - '
And we leave to the streets and the workhouse the charge of the Light Brigade!"

Background Datum 2

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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

The Transfiguration

When Bush led the Grand Old Party
against Senator Kerry
His agenda was Glorious
His ideas were Aflame.
Two Themes appeared:
"Ownership! Security!"
These Things were his Signs.
The Party's Hope!
His Legislation!
Majorities that Could Not Die!

Then there came a Word
To Ignore the Works He Promised for the Day.
Thus Hastert spoke
to build his House as a somnolent place.
A cloud appeared as grey as Doom
as dark as November defeat.
A Voice arrived, a Voice of God,
Vox Populi, Vox Dei!

What they said to them:
"These Deeds we know your Houses have not worked.
Consider what you said to us.
Consider what you've become."
The Majority was put to death,
was put to death, in every district.
So keep your word
or see your works be scattered and undone.

Lost in a Day: a House: The Speaker. Our Speaker.
Lost in a Day: Senate: Upper House. Our Dear House.
Lost in a Day: a House: Our Chairmen. Our Speaker.
Lost in a Day: Senate: Upper House. Our Lost House.

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Saturday, May 20, 2006

Ode to the Rickshaws of Peking

Something about "One Great City!" by The Weakerthans makes it applicable to every situation. The original song is an ode to life in Winnipeg, and I previously applied it to my political science program.

About a day ago, the below variation came to me, nearly fully formed. Beijing is too varied to summarize, but I think the below verse does a good job of describing the traffic situation. Polllution, subways, beggers, ring roads, construction claims, and everywhere signs for Beijing 2008 are the visual themes for going from place to place in the capital of this People's Republic.

So enjoy:

Late afternoon, another day is nearly done
A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one
A million pushing bodies in the underground
that neverending sound of closing subway doors
and cops on megaphones, the beggers crawling round
at Qianmen, yet I can only say
my love's in beijing

the driver checks the mirror fourty minutes late
the choked fifth ring road's misery enunciates
the water sucks, the air's polluted anyway
the same smog every day
and in the turning lane
someone's stuck again
pouring diesel into mouths
yet through my tied mask i can only say
my love's in beijing

And down here with us all
under absent sky
these communist cadres
watch revolutions die
The Games are coming to town!
while the mighty construction cranes proclaim
My... love's.... in Beijing.

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Sunday, March 05, 2006

Guerrillaz, Part IV: Dare


"It's coming up
It's dare

You've got to press it on you
You'll just be thinking
That's what you do, baby
Hold it down, dare

Jump with the moon and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you were there yourself
Work it out

I Never did no harm
Never did no harm

Jump with them all and move it
Jump back and forth
And feel like you were there yourself
Work it out"

Gorillaz, "Dare"

There's more...

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Thursday, March 02, 2006

Guerrillaz, Part III: Clint Eastwood


'"Oh oh oh oh oh

Hey, I'm happy, I'm feeling glad,
I got sunshine in a bag.
I'm useless but not for long:
the future is coming on.

Finally, someone let me out of my cage.
Now, time for me is nothin' 'cause I'm counting no age.
Nah, I couldn't be there. Now you shouldn't be scared.
I'm good at repairs and I'm under each snare.
Intangible, bet you didn't think so,
I command you to, panoramic view:
look I'll make it all manageable.
Pick and choose, sit and lose.
All you different crews,
chicks and dudes, who you think is really kicking tunes?

Picture you getting down in a picture tube
like you lit the fuse.
You think it's fictional, mystical - maybe a
spiritual hero who appears in you to clear your view
when you're too crazy.
Lifeless, to know the definition for what life is,
priceless, to you because I put ya on the hype shift,
you like it?
Gun smokin', righteous but one talkin' psychic
among knows possess you with one though.

The essence, the basics: without it you make it.
Allow me to make this child like in nature.
"Rhythm you have it or you don't":
that's a fallacy
. I'm in them,
every sprouting tree, every child of peace,
every cloud at sea. You see with your eyes
you see destruction and demise,

corruption in the skies
from this fucking enterprise that I'm sucked into your lies,
through Russell, not his muscles,
but percussion he provides.

With me as your guide, y'all can see me now
'cause you don't see with your eye,
you perceive with your mind
(that's the inner).
So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor,
bust a few rhymes. So motherfuckers
remember what the thought is:
I brought all this so you can survive when law is lawless.
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead.
No squealing, remember that it's all in your head."

Gorillaz, "Clint Eastwood"

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Monday, February 27, 2006

Guerrillaz, Part II: 19-2000


"The world is spinning too fast
I'm buying lead Nike shoes

To keep myself tethered
To the days I try to lose

My mama said to slow down
You should make your shoes
Stop dancing to the music
Of gorillaz in a happy mood

Keep a mild groove on

Ba ba ba Day dee bop

There you go!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!

There's a monkey in the jungle
Watching a vapour trail
Caught up in the conflict
Between his brain and his tail

And if time's elimination
Then we got nothing to lose
Please repeat the message
It's the music that we choose

Keep a mild groove on

Ok bring it down yeah we gonna break out

Ah ah ah ah"

Gorillaz, "19-2000" (repetitions omitted)

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Sunday, February 26, 2006

Guerrillaz, Part I: Feel Good Inc


"Feel good.

City's breaking down on a camel’s back.
They just have to go cause they don't know whack.
So all you fill the streets it’s appealing to see
You wont get out the county cause you're bad and free
You've got a new horizon It's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
And all I wanna hear is the message beep.
My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I don't get sleep, no..

Windmill, Windmill for the land.
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is sticking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let’s turn forever you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats,
Lining them up like ass cracks,

Ladies, ponies, at the track
its my chocolate attack.
Shit, I'm stepping in the heart of this here
Care bear bumping in the heart of this here
Watch me as I gravitate

Yo, we gonna ghost town, this motown,
with yo sound, you're in the place
You gonna bite the dust, can't fight with us.
With yo sound you kill the "inc."

So don't stop, get it, get it
until you're cheddar header.
Yo, watch the way I navigate

Don't stop, get it, get it
we are your captains in it.
Steady, watch me navigate,
Ha ha ha ha ha!

Don't stop, get it, get it
We are your captains in it
Steady, watch me navigate
Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Gorillaz, "Feel Good Inc." (repititions ommitted)

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Thursday, December 15, 2005

Happy Christmas & A Whole Lot of Love, sung by President Bush and the Clintons

This is indescribably good. Even better than Curzon's find. Listen to the song and the album.

{sung by President George W. Bush }

Thank you all very much
Welcome to the Christmas Pageant of Peace
Each year we gather here
to celebrate the season of hope and joy
And to remember the story of one humble life
That lifted the sites of humanity

Santa thanks for coming
Glad you made it
I know you got a lot of commitments this time of year
I appreciate all our entertainers
Thanks for being here
It's been a fantastic evening

Christmas is a time to rejoice
and to give thanks for the blessings of the season
We also remember that we have a responsibility
to help those in need

What to do?
To the Batmobile!

Turn on the lights
And would you help turn on these lights as well
By counting down
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

Christmas is coming
And it's taken a long time
We got a chance to get some big things done.

I got a message from God
A vision of love
It's God's gift to the world
I got a whole lot of love


I got a whole lot of love
I got a whole lot of love

X-Christmas is coming
Peace to the world
I'm on a mission from God
I got a whole lot of love

At this hour
the world is witnessing
terrible suffering and horrible crimes
in the Darfur region of Sudan
Crimes my government has concluded are genocide
The human cost is beyond calculation
I call on the government of Sudan
to honor the ceasefire it signed
and to help prevent further bloodshed
I call upon Congress:
More troops are need
to protect the innocent.
We need to intervene now,
before it's too late.
In the long run,
the tragedy in western Sudan
requires a settlement
between the government and the rebels.
All sides must control their forces
end the killing
and negotiate the peace
of a suffering land.

Christmas is coming
and it's taken a long time
We got a chance to get some big things done.

We can do it
Red line
Our plan is working.
In other words,
what I'm telling you is
technology is going to help us
achieve the objective,
Something no President or Congress has been able to do
We're strongly committed to peace
for all the peoples of Sudan

That's the true spirit of America
The love
This is the road to paradise.

{sung by President William J. Clinton }

I still can't figure out
why it's a good thing for us to be at war with Iraq
And have all these middle class people
over there sacrificing
Surely there's some way we can find
in this new moment of hope
Peace in the Middle East
Peace in the Middle East
Peace in the Middle East
Peace in the Middle East

{sung by Senator Hillary R. Clinton}


{sung by President George W. Bush }

As we approach Christmas in this time of war
We pray for freedom and justice and peace on earth

Wet set our faith in human love
And in God's care for us
and all men's everywhere

We ask for God to watch over
our men and women in uniform
who are serving overseas.
Their families miss them,
hold a seat open for them,
and pray for their safe return.

Christmas is coming
And it's taken a long time
We got a chance to get some big things done

I got a message from God
A vision of love
It's God's gift to the world.
I got a whole lot of love.
I got a whole lot of love.
I got a whole lot of love.

X-Christmas is coming
Peace to the world
I'm on a mission from God
I got a whole lot of love.


{sung by Senator Hillary R. Clinton}

God bless you.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Lyrics for "All That You Can't Leave Behind" by U2

"Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of," by U2 All That You Can't Leave Behind, 31 October 2000, http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/u2/stuckinamoment.html [buy the cd].

U2_-_All_That_you_Can_t_Leave_Behind cover art
Cover Art for "All That You Can't Leave Behind" by U2

I'm not afraid
Of anything in this world
There's nothing you can throw at me
That I haven't already heard

I'm just trying to find
A decent melody
A song that I can sing
In my own company

I never thought you were a fool
But darling look at you
You gotta stand up straight
Carry your own weight
These tears are going nowhere baby

Refrain: { You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And now you can't get out of it }

Don't say that later will be better
Now you're stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

I will not forsake
The colors that you bring
The nights you filled with fireworks
They left you with nothing

I am still enchanted
By the light you brought to me
I listen through your ears
Through your eyes I can see

And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it's tough
And you can never get enough
Of what you don't really need now
My, oh my


Oh love, look at you now
You've got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm 'til you discover how deep

I wasn't jumping, for me it was a fall
It's a long way down to nothing at all


Don't say that later will be better
Now you're stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass

And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if your way should falter
Along this stony pass

It's just a moment
This time will pass

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