posted September 24, 2001 11:08 AM            

Post the lyrics of songs you think are appropriate in light of the events of September 11th, 2001. And comment on other people's choices.

I'd like to kick this off with a song they've been playing a whole lot on the radio lately -- it had started to become popular shortly before this, but it's been showing up much more frequently in the past couple of weeks. And I don't know about anyone else, but I've been finding it helpful ... in those moments when the fear is almost paralyzing, and you want to crawl into bed and hide under the covers until all of this goes away.

The artist is Incubus; the song is entitled "Drive."

Sometimes
I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself
How much I let the fear take the wheel and steer

It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague haunting mass appeal
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel

Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes
Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there
I'll be there

So if I decide to waiver my
Chance to be one of the high
Will I choose water over wine
And hold my own and drive?

It's driven me before
And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around
But lately I'm beginning to find
That when I drive myself my light is found

Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there
I'll be there

Would you choose water over wine,
Hold the wheel and drive?

Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes
Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there
I'll be there

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-=> Toon

posted September 24, 2001 01:44 PM            

"Blowing in the Wind" by Bob Dylan (or many other artist, most notably Peter, Paul, and Mary)

Sad Machines by Project 86 (I posted the lyrics to it, I think in the Pat Roberson thread)

Ghetto by P.O.D.
I believe that this world believes in love
I believe that this world believes in love

We might never really agree
On anything about the lives we live
Between you and me. So differently
We don't always see things the same
We should agree to disagree
If we meet at love we can work it out

I believe that this world believes in love
I believe that this world believes in love

I believe you and I will overcome
I believe you and I believe in love
Whether you think I'm so confused
Or if you feel the way I do
So don't give in to this hate within
Living in this world of pain
Don't let it bring you down
The world is a ghetto

I believe this world believes in love
I believe this world believes in love

posted September 24, 2001 01:48 PM            

Sting - Fragile

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are

posted September 24, 2001 03:04 PM            

When you're weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I'll dry them all
I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part, oh, when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

posted September 24, 2001 05:33 PM            

Explain, by Jeremy Enigk.

If i could move the weight of everything
blind the skies and change the tomic role

here i am and not the answers

only scars can show this time

i'm still wandering round your door

how can i explain dear

you've been gone for some time

but i still believe you'll be here oh no

again.

posted September 24, 2001 05:50 PM            

Also, PA, "BOTW" is just a beautiful and sad song.

The song I really wanted to hear in the first few days after Sept. 11 was "In God's Country." I just like the song a lot (it's one of only five U2 songs I like). Ironically, though, it's a song about America's weakness in greed. It's ironic because when I was trying to come up with the Why of the terrorist attacks, some of my own anti-consumerist tendencies figured in.

"In God's Country" by U2

posted September 24, 2001 06:11 PM            

(Overcome - Live)

even now the world is bleedin' but feelin' just fine
all numb in our castle where we're always free to choose never free enough to find
i wish somethin' would break cuz we're runnin' out of time

and i am overcome
i am overcome
holy water in my lungs
i am overcome

these women in the street pullin' out their hair
my master's in the yard givin' light to the unaware
this plastic little place is just a step amongst the stairs

and i am overcome
i am overcome baby
holy water in my lungs
i am overcome

so drive me out out to that open field
turn the ignition off and spin around
your help is here but i'm parked in this open space blockin' the gates of love

i am overcome
i am overcome
holy water in my lungs
i am overcome

beautiful drowning this beautiful drowning this holy water this holy water is in my lungs

and i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome

posted September 24, 2001 06:44 PM            

I listen to the wind
to the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up well I think,
only God really knows
I've sat upon the setting sun
But never, never never never
I never wanted water once
No, never, never, never

I listen to my words but
they fall far below
I let my music take me where
my heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil's lake
But never, never never never
I'll never make the same mistake
No, never, never, never

posted September 24, 2001 07:56 PM            

"Toon, it's okay -- just think of the config.sys file as bizarre post-modern poetry."
-Rob Wynne on #filkhaven

IP: Logged

posted September 25, 2001 08:24 AM            

Soul Coughing, "Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago"

A man
drives a plane
into the
Chrysler building

Saskatoon is in the room
Poulsbo is in the room
Bennetsville is in the room
Palmyra is in the room

Is Chicago!
Is not Chicago!
Is Chicago!
Is not Chicago!

A man
cuts in half
just like he
snaps a pencil

Khartoum is in the room
Phnom Penh is in the room
Pyongyang is in the room
Cairo is in the room

Is Chicago!
Is not Chicago!
Is Chicago!
Is not Chicago

posted September 25, 2001 08:32 AM            

Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around,
turn me around,
turn me around,
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around,
keep on a-walkin',
keep on a-talkin',
Gonna build a brand new world.

Ain't gonna let the administration turn me around,
turn me around,
turn me around,
Ain't gonna let the administration turn me around,
keep on a-walkin',
keep on a-talkin',
Gonna build a brand new world.

Ain't gonna let that first-strike policy turn me around,
turn me around,
turn me around,
Ain't gonna let that first-strike policy turn me around,
keep on a-walkin',
keep on a-talkin',
Gonna build a brand new world.

Ain't gonna let Indira Ghandi turn me around,
turn me around,
turn me around,
Ain't gonna let Indira Ghandi turn me around,
keep on a-walkin',
keep on a-talkin',
Gonna build a brand new world.

Ain't gonna let Henry Kissenger turn me around,
turn me around,
turn me around,
Ain't gonna let that killer Kissenger turn me around,
keep on a-walkin',
keep on a-talkin',
Gonna build a brand new world.

(this next one is a new verse...I added it, but it's that type of song)

Ain't gonna let no terrorist pilots turn me around,
turn me around,
turn me around,
Ain't gonna let no killer terrorists turn me around,
keep on a-walkin',
keep on a-talkin',
Gonna build a brand new world.

posted September 25, 2001 09:25 AM            

quote:

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Caution: This is not one of those cheer us on songs.
Soul Coughing, "Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago"

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posted September 25, 2001 10:20 AM            

Here's my song, by REM

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed
it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder
start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
in a fire, representing seven games, a government
for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save
yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty
psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel
fine...fine...

posted September 25, 2001 01:08 PM            

Gold and Silver by Stavesacre.

You slipped from my arms, I knew you had to go
Such a heavy heart, who could hope to hold
And I know where you're going, and that's the hardest part
No matter where tonight ends, you won't escape your broken heart

Stay a while

Helpless for the words, and it tightens up the air
It's not what you deserve, it's not for lack of care
Inside of me is screaming out, I'm praying for my prayers
Distracting and unworthy of each and every burning tear

Seems insincere

Do I see God in all of this, maybe all along
It's just that we're so small, and simply not as strong
Strong like wings of silver, and feathers made of gold
To carry heavy hearts, to cover all our helpless souls

To cover all of us

Under wings of Gold and Silver sometimes we have to hide
For shelter from this bitter winter at least tonight

If it were mine to give I'd give you your own time
Turn it back or forward whatever you decide

Stay a while

posted September 25, 2001 04:09 PM            

quote:

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Yeah, it is. It's about how everything in your body is Chicago, and everything that's not in your body is not Chicago.

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That's backwards actually.

quote:

---

(Mango) What is "Is Chicago" about?

(Doughty) Like, lyrically?

(Mango) Yeah.

(Doughty) I was tripping in Chicago, and it occurred to me that everything outside the limits of my body Is Chicago, and everything inside was not Chicago.

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</pendant>

posted September 25, 2001 05:35 PM            

Oh, get me away from here, I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes 'em like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way,
You could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes, oh us
Now we're photogenic--you know,
We don't stand a chance.

So I'll settle down with some old story
About a boy who's just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone
You're so naive!
They always reach a sorry ending
They always get it in the end
Still it was worth it as
I turned the pages solemnly and then
With a winning smile the boy
With naivete succeeds
In the final moment, I cry--
I always cry at endings.

Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all
From where I'm sitting rain
Falling against the lonely tenement
Has set my mind to wander
Into the windows of my lovers
They never know unless I write
This is no declaration
I just thought I'd let you know
Goodbye, said the hero in the story
It is mightier than swords
I could kill you, sure, but I could only make you cry with these words
Cry with these words.