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  • lesinge@sh.itjust.works
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    Right in Two by Tool.

    It’s all good but here’s a juicy verse:

    "Monkey killing, monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.

    Silly monkeys, Give them thumbs, they make a club To beat their brother down.

    How they’ve survived so misguided is a mystery.

    Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here."

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      Ahh I love that one.

      Similarly, this verse but particularly the last two lines from it, from ‘A Perfect Circle - The Doomed’. Always hits me hard. So relevant and sad:

      Blessed are the fornicants

      May we bend down to be their whor*s

      Blessed are the rich

      May we labor, deliver them more

      Blessed are the envious

      Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain

      Blessed are the gluttonous

      May they feast us to famine and war

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      This is the song that first came to mind for me. I was only in high school but this song taught me so much. It had never been put into words to me like that. I’ve always carried the meaning with me and it still breaks my heart to watch the world constantly cut it all right in two.

      –Don’t these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?

      Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys Where there’s one, you’re bound to divide it…

      Right in two–

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    Love, Ire, and Song by Frank Turner

    Well a teacher of mine once told me That life was just a list of disappoints and defeats And you could only do your best, And I said “That’s a fucking cop-out, you’re just washed up and your tired, and when I get to your age I won’t be such a coward” But these day I sit at home, known to shout at my TV And Punk Rock didn’t live up to what I hoped that it could be And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs And I packed all my pamphlets with my bibles at the back of the shelf Well it was bad enough the feeling, and the first time it hit When you realized your parents had let the world all go to shit And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died Had been killed off in the committees and left to die by the wayside But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest Yeah by idiot fucking hippies in 50 different factions Who are locked inside some kind of 60’s battle re-enactment And I hung-up my banner in disgust and I head for the door Oh but once we were young, and we were crass enough to care But I guess you live and learn, we won’t make that mistake again, no Oh but surely just for one day, we could fight and we could win And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible Well we’ve been a good few hours drinking So I’m going to say what everyone’s thinking If we’re stuck on this ship and it’s sinking Then we might as well have a parade Cos if it’s still going to hurt in the morning And a better plan’s set to get forming Then where’s the harm spending an evening In manning the old barricades, So come on old friends to the streets Let’s be 1905 but not 1917, Let’s be heroes, let’s be martyrs, let’s be radical thinkers Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams Let’s divide up the world into the damned and safe And then ride to the valleys like the old life brigade And straighten our backs and we won’t be afraid And they’ll celebrate our deaths with a national parade So come on let’s be young, let’s be crass enough to care Let’s refuse to live and learn, let’s make all our mistakes again yes And then darling, just for one day, we can fight and we can win And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible Leave the mourning the to the morning Yeah pain can be killed With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills But memories of hope, and glorious defeat Are a little bit harder to beat

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    You can blow out a candle

    but you can’t blow out a fire.

    Once the flames begin to catch

    the wind will blow it higher.

    … And the eyes of the world are watching now.

    They are the last lyrics of Biko, by Peter Gabriel. The way he sings those lyrics as the song builds toward the end hits me every time I hear it. The last line is sung after a slight pause, and it sounds like a veiled threat to the leaders of South Africa that killed Stephen Biko. Also, it didn’t take a long time for change to happen in South Africa after the event, but when he wrote the song it was still several years away. So at the time it was still wishful thinking that “the wind would blow the flames higher”.

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    An impossible task, choosing a favorite. So I’ll just go with the first one that came to mind:

    Goodness Gracious, by Kevin Gilbert (RIP). It’s pretty dated, but a lot of it is still relevant today.

    Goodness Gracious is there nothing left to say?

    When the ones that get to keep looking

    Are the ones that look away

    It’s pabulum for the sleepers

    In the cult of brighter days

    Goodness Gracious at the mercy of the crooks

    We’re broke and stroking vegetables

    And there’s way too many cooks

    In every pot a pink slip, In every mouth a hook

    Goodness Gracious I’m not listening anymore

    Cause the spooks are in the White House

    And they’ve justified a war

    So wake me when they notify

    We’re gonna fight some more

    Goodness Gracious not many people care

    Concern is getting scarcer

    True compassion really rare

    I can see it on our faces. I can feel it in the air

    Goodness Gracious me

    Goodness Gracious my generation’s lost

    They burned down all our bridges

    Before we had a chance to cross

    Is it the winter of our discontent or just an early frost?

    Goodness Gracious of apathy I sing

    The baby boomers had it all and wasted everything

    Now recess is almost over

    And they won’t get off the swing

    Goodness Gracious we came in at the end

    No sex that isn’t dangerous, no money left to spend

    We’re the cleanup crew for parties

    We were too young to attend

    Goodness Gracious me

    Goodness Gracious my grandma used to say

    The world’s a scary place now

    Things were different in her day

    What horrors will be commonplace

    When my hair starts to grey?

  • ji88aja88a@lemmy.world
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    Morals ain’t a substance you can shove in someone’s ear,

    They’re basically a byproduct of a mind thinking clear…

    • The Plan, NOFX.

    And when you said "you can’t call those people cnts", well you cant call those cnts “those people”

    • Those People, Frenzal Rhomb

    Deep, I know. But it shows that (in my country) it’s more acceptable to call some one a c*nt than group them as “those people”

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    Follow men’s eyes as they look to the skies, the shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams…

    Neil Peart of Rush, Jacobs ladder

    Not sure if it’s the ‘best’ I’ve ever heard but this line sticks with me. .

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    Girls own the void!
    Let’s make some noise
    Don’t leave the house without a party bag, check this!
    I’m still a princess, I can curtsy, I can beat you at tetris!
    Girls own the void!
    Let’s make some noise
    Don’t leave the house without a party bag, check this!
    I’m still a princess when there’s nothing left to wear

    From Girls by Patricia Taxxon

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    The Weakerthans - This Is A Fire Door, Never Leave Open


    I still hear trains at night when the wind is right I remember everything Lick and thread this string

    That will never mend you or tailor more Than a memory of a kitchen floor Or the fire door that we kept propping open

    And I love this place: the enormous sky And the faces, hands that I’m haunted by So why can’t I forgive these buildings These frameworks labeled home?


    There’s something so incredibly evocative about the lyrics to this track, of which I’ve just posted a few because otherwise no one will read an entire block of song lyrics.

    John K. Samson is, in my opinion, one of the finest poets and songwriters of his generation. He’s loved by those who know him, but otherwise completely unknown, and I consider that a tragedy.

    I mean, ffs, he wrote four songs about a cat, and they’re one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard. There’s a line in the second song, ‘Virtute The Cat Explains Her Departure’;

    I can’t remember the sound you found for me

    which is Virtute admitting that she can’t remember her name, and doesn’t know how to get home. That makes me well up every damn time.

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    Pourquoi cette pluie pourquoi?

    Cette eau, ces nuages qui nous étonnent

    Elle dit : cette pluie tu vois

    Ce sont des pleurs pour les yeux des hommes

    C’est pour vous donner des larmes

    Depuis trop longtemps elles ont séché

    Les hommes n’oublient pas les armes

    Quand ils ne savent plus pleurer

    Coule pluie coule sur nos fronts

    Idir, Pourquoi cette pluie ?

    Translation:

    Why this rain, why?

    This water, these clouds that surprise us

    She says: this rain, you see

    They are cries for men’s eyes

    This is to give you tears

    Since so much time they dried up

    Men don’t forget weapons

    When they no longer know how to cry

    Let rain flow, let rain flow on our foreheads

    Edit: make the message clearer

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    Light as a feather when I’m floatin’ through Readin’ through the daily news Measuring the hurt within the golden rule Centimetres of ether I’m heatin’ the speaker Motivational teacher with words that burn people Seeing the headlines lined with discord It’s either genocide, all the planet in uproar Never good but rules of paradise are never nice The best laid plan of mice and men are never right I’m just a vagabond with flowers for Algernon The average Joe who knows what the fuck is goin’ on It’s the hope of my thoughts that I travelled upon Fly like an arrow of god until I’m gone So I’m driftin’ away like a feather in air Lettin’ my words take me away from the hurt and despair So I’m keepin’ it vertical forever elevator Ridin’ the escalator to the somethin’ that is greater So I’m driftin’ away like a feather in air Lettin’ my words take me away from the hurt and despair So I’m keepin’ it vertical forever elevator Ridin’ the escalator to the somethin’ that is greater Taking chances, word tap dancing with wolves In an ice arena out there, deep in the woods of Arizona The sun be high, life’s ironic Ain’t tryin’ to be Talib when I write Surreal life I paint it vivid habitat crazy insane Watch the propaganda six o’clock news that are saying Cultures clash for black folk and white trash They revel in the cyberspace that might crash Dash to millineum a million miles of runnin’ At the speed of now back don’t return gunnin’ Rambo style gunho child gunnin’ Ammo blao two times loud stunnin’ Stunnin’ when I hit ya lift you off the earth like Ayo, take you right back to birth And niggaz wonder why they might wonder why This shit might happen but it does, they go Driftin’ away like a feather in air Lettin’ my words take me away from the hurt and despair So I’m keepin’ it vertical forever elevator Ridin’ the escalator to the somethin’ that is greater So I’m driftin’ away like a feather in air Lettin’ my words take me away from the hurt and despair So I’m keepin’ it vertical forever elevator Ridin’ the escalator to the somethin’ that is greater Treat you better than me because that’s the heavenly key To unlock the inner strength where my essence will be It’s the knowledge of self understanding of the things around me That becomes the wisdom that I need Living this life to the best of my ability Channelling energy to my thoughts into your symmetry Remember me because my clothes remain gold I got the gift of gab like them pimps in Kangols It never ends I keep it rulin’ like a cypher The first caveman bringin’ fire Innovating and higher to blast mistakes I raise the stakes It’s double or nothing in this vacuumless space I will survive, divine the time to cry Fuck a hold or hide I’m alive with pride And I drove the Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry singin’, “This will be the day that I die”

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    It’s impossible to choose a best, so I’ll instead share a song whose lyrics I enjoy and connect with. It’s “Out of My Depth,” by Hot Chip. They’re a band whose lyrics are often deep and meaningful, despite having a lot of fun “upper” music. I like this song because I’m prone to wallowing lol and it’s a good reminder not to do so too much. It’s ultimately a hopeful song.

    When I’m in my darkest place, I must be careful not to dwell there

    When I’m headed for the ditch, I must be careful not to sleep there

    While I might enjoy the peace, there are other lights that call me

    And although I’m out of the race, I know that something good must befall me

    And when I’m swimming out of my depth, and I can barely see the crest of a wave that might destroy me

    I must look for what I can’t see

    I must reach for what doesn’t touch me

    I must leave my lonely space and make time my only enemy

    I must seek what can’t be bought and make choices that support me

    And the friends who fall apart from the crumbling walls that divide me

    And when I’m swimming out of my depth and I can barely see the crest of a wave that might engulf me

    Then I’m in my darkest room, but I’m careful not to enjoy it all too much

    But as I leave, it will be helpful to have endured it

    I must be careful not to trip, not to fall as I continue

    But my darkest place is in me, and there’s something there that calls me

    (edit: improved formatting)