Last night I saw the Rumblestrips at the Thekla... The support band were so young!... I am getting more and more used to the fact the amount of people younger than me grows each day.
But want I noticed was the lack of lyrics at times... Nah nah nah and woooo ahhhh... I found myself getting fustrated by this...
I love the engagement of songs, to hear peoples takes on their world. While, at a guess, most songs are based on love and relationships... Peoples ideas and ideals are always different...
So what do we do with the lyrics we soak up?
Agreement?
Challenged?
Enlightened?
Desire to want or own for ourselves?
What we do with what we take in reflects the impact, it gadges our reactions...
I am trying to see if there is a song that comes unstuck at this thought...if there is a song who's lyrics doesn't reflect and or challenge... Even Barbie girl makes you wonder what is fake and real in this life... Even if it is on a some what shallow level!
I have babbled enough...
I should make sure I use my words carefully...
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Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
it seems so much has changed...
And yet nothing seems different...
I am forever learning you will never get to the point where you truely can make the statement 'this is it, I know all I need to know'.
I have told countless people about the strange fact of maturing simply means stop declearing yourself as mature... And realize there is always room for improvment... Indeed we all reach the age of 18,21,25 etc and think 'this is it'. I am an adult I can do this thing called life just fine... A year later and call our pass selves fool when we realize we still had so much to learn...
While I think this process slows down as we age, is it just part of our self being to insist we have reached the pinical of our life just to be shown up by our future selves?
I'm not looking for answers, but as a leave another birthday behind me I ponder who I'll be in a years time...
I've always been me, but how I see things change.
Cuttently chuckling to myself as a think of the word change... How it is a powerful word, but when does that power take it's place?
While I might have changed (I question if people want to see that in me but wish to claim hold on the old me they already knew) what if nothing has changed around me, what is the enagement of these two? Oil and water or orange juice and cola?
X
Listening to: the eels with man up
I am forever learning you will never get to the point where you truely can make the statement 'this is it, I know all I need to know'.
I have told countless people about the strange fact of maturing simply means stop declearing yourself as mature... And realize there is always room for improvment... Indeed we all reach the age of 18,21,25 etc and think 'this is it'. I am an adult I can do this thing called life just fine... A year later and call our pass selves fool when we realize we still had so much to learn...
While I think this process slows down as we age, is it just part of our self being to insist we have reached the pinical of our life just to be shown up by our future selves?
I'm not looking for answers, but as a leave another birthday behind me I ponder who I'll be in a years time...
I've always been me, but how I see things change.
Cuttently chuckling to myself as a think of the word change... How it is a powerful word, but when does that power take it's place?
While I might have changed (I question if people want to see that in me but wish to claim hold on the old me they already knew) what if nothing has changed around me, what is the enagement of these two? Oil and water or orange juice and cola?
X
Listening to: the eels with man up
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