Does anyone know the name of the record?

does anyone know the name of the record that was played on skins last night?


it was played near the end when effy(tonys sister) was being taken to hospital.


it was an acoustic number sung by a bloke.


some of the lyrics are below(but dont quote me they are abit mixed up)


'am i falling asleep is this all just a dream'


the city is like water flowing out like a stream


going nowhere like me going nowhere like me.

Does anyone know the name of the record?
It is by called 'Dragonfly' by M Craft.








Lyrics





i can see it all tonight underneath a perfect sky


where the universe revolves around the pupil of an eye


and infinities stretch out from infinities within


and i'm a part of everything, i'm a part of everything...





am i falling asleep? is it all just a dream?


well, the cars are like water and the road is like a stream


rolling down through the city, flowing out into the sea


going nowhere like me, going nowhere like me...





when the morning starts to glow out in the corners of the sky


and the people come, and the time just passes by


then i'm only gonna see it from the corner of my eye


when the planet spins it sings like the wings of a dragonfly...





i can see it all tonight


i can see it all tonight


i can see it all tonight


i can see it all tonight





M Craft (copyright 2006)
Reply:storm with you heart?

Reggae Music Video?

I went to the Islands a few months ago and saw this music video but I can't remember the name or lyrics. What stood out was that it was this blonde teacher on a school bus full of kids sees this guy in - I think in a red convertible - and it switches off to a fantasy about them. They are both black but she is lighter skinned and he is darker. I think she had short hair and he had long hair. Anyone know the artists, album or song? I liked the music and thought it was a hot video. Thanks!

Reggae Music Video?
I think it is Bennie Man and Ms. Thing! Da song is called Dude! Here is the link to watch da video again! http://uk.real.com/dir/music/videos/Been...





Hope this helps ya! :)

Is this a sad song?

BILLY GILMAN LYRICS





"I Am / Shades Of Life"





I am black, I am white


I am all skins in between


I am young, I am old


I am each age that has been


I am scrawny, I am well fed


I am starving for attention


I am famous, I am cryptic


I am hardly worth the mention


I am short, I am height


I am any frame or stature


I am smart, I am challenged


I am striving for a future





[Chorus:]


The color of shy


Is blues and grays


The color of earth


Is greens and browns


The color of hop


Is rainbows and purple


And the color of peace


Is people together


Shades of life


I am





I am able, I am weak


I am some strength, I am none


I am being, I am thought


I am all things, said and done


I am born, I am died


I am dust of humble roots


I am grace, I am pain


I am labor of winned fruites


I am slave, I am free


I am bonded to my life


I am rich, I am poor


I am wealth amid strife





[Repeat Chorus]





I am shadow, I am glory


I am hiding from my shame


I am hero, I am loser


I am yearning for a name


I am empty, I am proud


I am seaking my tomorrow


I am growing, I am fading


I am hope amid the sorrow


I am vertain, I am doubtful


I am desperate for solutions


I am leader, I am student


I am fate and evolutions





I am spirit, I am voice


I am memory, not recalled


I am chance, I am cause


I am effort blocked and walled


I am hymn, I am heard


I am reasoned without rhymes


I am past, I am nearing


I am present in all times


I am many, I am no one


I am seasoned by each being


I am me, I am you


I am all-souls now decreeing





[Repeat Chorus]

Is this a sad song?
No, it just means that in the end result we are all similar in more ways than we think.
Reply:that song makes me miss mattie Report It

Reply:No, its more of a spiritual song.
Reply:sounds beautiful
Reply:It's so deep that it's confusing. There are optimistic and sad parts in it.
Reply:What a roller coaster… I would say it’s life summed up in a song
Reply:no,I don't think so.

sage

Move *****, get out the way, move *****, get out the way?

those are the lyrics, what is the song? I believe I heard it in an episode of skins, the one about cassie.

Move *****, get out the way, move *****, get out the way?
Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to be a very good song.
Reply:ludacris --move ******
Reply:are you talking about the song Move ***** by ludacris?
Reply:move ****** by ludacris
Reply:Ludacris baby...go Luda!
Reply:I think Ludacris did the song and it is called Move ******
Reply:I know the song and I know who sings which is Lil Jon, but I cant remember the title.

"The No Seatbelt Song" by Brand new?

Can some one explain and tell me what the lyrics mean, and how the song title relates to the song





Here are the lyrics:








"The No Seatbelt Song"





So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now.


And me fresh out of rope...


Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this.


So take me and break me and make me strong like you.


I'll be forever grateful to this and you.





It's only you, beautiful.


Or I don't want anyone.


If I can choose it's only you.





Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.


Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.


I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.


I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.


Do you understand?





It's only you, beautiful.


Or I don't want anyone.


If I can choose, it's only you.


But how could I miscalculate...


perfect eyes will have perfect aim.


If I can choose, it's only you.





"we're wrecking" and I'm dry like a drum, when you scream so fine I'll leave.


We're stranded, we've got time and trials, measured in miles. We slave for days (and weeks).





It's only you, beautiful.


Or I don't want anyone.


If I can choose.


It's only you.


But how could I miscalculate...


perfect lies from a perfect dame.


If I can choose... it's only you.

"The No Seatbelt Song" by Brand new?
Try www.songfacts.com





They're good.
Reply:Just go to www.songmeanings.net.


they are the best for that kind of thing.





ps - I LOVE brand new

Are you disgusted with R'n'B and HipHop music?

Whilst I absolutely love the music itself but I am SOOOOO tired of the lyrics, images and videos. Many of the lyrics seem to be the musing of 18 year old males. The typical themes are:


I have more money than you


I want sex - and lots of it


I want to kill you


I have more money than you


I want sex - and lots of it


I want to kill you








What messages does this send out to young people? The ostentatious display of wealth is so far removed from so many of the fans that it is ridiculous. The portrayal of women - especially black women is scandalous - I know very few women who act like hte women on their videos. I also notice that if the song glorifies women in any way then a white or lighter skinned woman is used (Pharrel's Angel forexample). It's so messed up.


Does anyone feel the same? Or am I a lone voice?

Are you disgusted with R'n'B and HipHop music?
You articulate it a lot better than i ever could. But exactly my sentiments. Thumbs up: :-)
Reply:I hate it that's why the kids are so messed up.
Reply:Alone
Reply:It's No Talent BS !
Reply:I agree with you. It will be nearly impossible to erase these images unless parents restrict these images from their children's eyes. Besides all the negative images they portray, the music (and especially the videos) are just boring to me. They're all the same people talking about the same thing. No creativity whatsoever.
Reply:You are absolutely right.
Reply:I feel the same...black women are degraded in the videos!





I think that they are stupid for even being in the video when the guys are talking all that crap about them!! but i know its hard and they're in it for the money...but i feel hip-hop music has definitely lost its way, the classic jams were the best and these days, all the people talk about is Money, Women and Sex.





it is real stupid! and i hope one day it changes.
Reply:Most of it.
Reply:You are one of the people who take the worst of eveything and make it all look bad, grow up and see if for what it is. Most of the lyrics are good, and have meaning.
Reply:i like hip hop and RnB, but i like it for the music, the stuff thats good to dance to, the rest, the vidios and lifestyle of some of the people who make the music i treat as a joke! though alot have positive lyrics and what abotu all the stuff by women, they are hardly negative towards themselves
Reply:There are a lot of people that feel the same way you do, but what do we do? Someone has to mobilize the masses, and quite frankly, I don't know of anyone capable or willing to do so...So...we just rest upon our laurels.... Personally, the sex message is what is bothering me the most. I know of a 12 year old who had a girl, same age, tell him she wanted to F**K...and faced with that, he can't wait.... all because of the media. No more fear or shame is present in our kids.
Reply:You forgot two other big ones... "I want to be a gangsta." and "i need to smoke more weed"





Yes, it's really messed up and it's gotten really old.
Reply:yeah, and feed up as well. And i don't see why it's so called RnB ... it's insulting and disgusting !
Reply:Im so disgusted with Hip hop
Reply:I think these images and videos are pornographic and for women they are so boring. I dislike my children watching them, as they send out all the wrong messages. It must be time for a change.
Reply:No, believe me...you are not the lone voice. Violence seems to be right up front in today's time...as evidenced by everything around us, TV shows, movies, videogames, toys, clothes, wars, civil unrest.





Similiar to the Hippie Era and the demonstrations that erupted from that..( I am old hippie), soooo.....probably this, today, is escalating and will probably blow one day too. Clears the air.





The other thing that makes dissatisfaction among the younger generation, is that a lot of kids have no real focus, no aspirations, no get up and go...get into drugs and anything they feel is easy money.





Personally, I think that when the government cut the Draft..it was the biggest mistake they have ever made.
Reply:absolutely. that music sux. Hard Rock is where it's at.
Reply:I feel the same,but a lot of rappers and singers are not in control of their image and what they sing about,we know sex and violence sells all over the globe,thats their way to riches.Lets not glorify it and spend our money on it.
Reply:hazeleyes: thats why the kids are so messed up. WRONG


are you saying hat human teens don't have the mental capacity to KNOW that this is wrong? Wake up, this doesn't make them do it, they are not mentally deprived, they can make their own, proper descions.
Reply:I agree with you 100%. Hip Hop had a golden age.There's less and less creativity out there now.
Reply:Good thing I like Bon Jovi.
Reply:not all rnb and hip hop is about sex money and killin folk. sum is very insprational and about real life stuff. personally i dont wanna hear sumone talkin bout i wanna sex u up or shootin me. alot of its about dancin like 1 2 step by ciara. or love not sex or just chillin with ur peeps. i hate that peole discriminate rap hip hop and rb. what bout rock they talk about sum of the same stuff. what do they get for that? hopefuly by me saying this u will accept that not all rb rap hip hop is bad or offensive. and plz dont think im putting u down cause im not just tellin u what i think. :)
Reply:I couldn't agree more with you! I used to love love love me some Hip-Hop %26amp; R%26amp;B. I mean I was in da clubs %26amp; wearing my Hood Brands %26amp; all. It was right arround the Puffy %26amp; J-Lo dating era where females in Hip Hop were worshipped Divas lol. But now I am so aggrevated by majority of the scene %26amp; absolutly see where you are comming from. I will tell you what influence it has on young peopel, my boyfriends lil sisters want to be strippers or wilin out girls or video vixens...%26amp; I am trying to tell them to go to college %26amp; become a sorority girl instead.


Most peopel don't really listen to the lyrics they just run with the hook! I don't know....


I love Jay-Z's approach on his New album, he is all grown up now %26amp; talks about that! I love that song 30's the new 20!!!! But yea I try to add my own suffisticated style into it %26amp; make Hip-Hop my own grown up sufisticated version. Just stick with artists like Kanye West, Jay Z, Nas, Mary J Blidge, Lil Wayne, Monica, Jaheim, Beyonce, The Game (his new CD is really good), John Legend, Life Jennings, those are only a few that I like....
Reply:I think music is music.


Its never rubbish, its just not to your taste. And i understand comletely what you're saying, i effing hate that stuff, and it does warp todays generation of kids.Certainly the dress style and image of the "singers" and content of the lyrics really does not contribute to the development of todays youth. Although im not one to talk. It is questionable whether what i listen to can be called music.


Most people describe it as "screaming rubbish" and on first glance, yes, it would appear that way, but on further listening it becomes apparrent how much effort has gone into composing such a fantastic piece of songwriting. The skill of the members and the complexity of how the instruments are played to create such sounds cannot help but be admired. The way all the instruments work together so intricately inspires me to try harder in my work and enlightens my mood. One album i had in mind whilst writing this is:


Bring me the Horizon - Count your Blessings


In cmparison, the skill needed to create such "drag and drop" hiphop and R'n'B songs as you mentioned is incomparable to that needed to create the aforementioned style.


Therefore i find it more difficult (being a musician myself) to interest myself insuch songs. Although in contrast to that there are some Hiphop and R'n'B songs i do really like.


Music is a matter if opinion, someone is always going to disagree with your taste :)
Reply:What messages does this send out to young people?


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to have sex and kill people
Reply:thats why its called ghetto music!! be emo/punk its sooooo much better
Reply:I don't care that is affects stupid kids...





I hate it because it sucks...it is the lowest form of "music" created

Venez m'aider! Help me w/ French.?

I was going around youtube, looking for classic French recipes... Unfortunately, I came across one where they were skinning a rabbit. In any case, the video has a beautiful song at the beginning and at the end. I really want to know the name of the song. I asked the question to person who posted the video, but she hasn't logged in for three weeks. I really need to work on my French.





Here's the link: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Avm9nVEOAcA





I could barely make it out. Must be something about liking walking to her house? There is a lot of filling in the blanks.


Dire adore sa maison... Ma pied dans...a la maison. Je vans dans le fouille?





Would you happen to know the name of the song? Or the lyrics? Maybe transcribe the lyrics so I could search it myself? Merci mes amies!

Venez m'aider! Help me w/ French.?
This song is titled "Dans le Dos" by Alexandre Kinn.





You can hear it at the link below:


http://music.download.com/3606-8643_32-0...





Or, try downloading it from LimeWire.





The song is about a hitchiker, a traveller who carries his whole life in his bag on his back.





On his (the) back - dans le dos





Here are the lyrics:





Dans Le Dos lyrics


Dire adieu à sa maison , son pays et son nom


Mes deux pieds dans le béton , mon avenir , l’horizon


Encore un jour loin des ruines de Kaboul


Et j’avance dans la foule





(Refrain)


Avec ma vie dans le dos


J’ai ma vie dans le dos


Un air nouveau , comme le E dans l’O





Toute la nuit dans un camion


Un ange passe sur mon front


Tout l’espoir qu’il y a dans mes mains


Et ma vie au bout d’un pont


Encore un jour loin des parfums de Kaboul


Et j’avance dans la foule





Refrain





Je me voyais déjà tout là bas en paix


Plus besoin de se cacher


Pouvoir gagner son pain sans pleurer


Et pourquoi pas rêver





Refrain





Le camion s’est arrêté


Si ma mère me voyait


Dans le noir , je le sais


C’est maintenant ou jamais
Reply:It's called: Dans le dos


By: Alexandre Kinn





Lyrics:


Dire adieu à sa maison , son pays et son nom


Mes deux pieds dans le béton , mon avenir , l’horizon


Encore un jour loin des ruines de Kaboul


Et j’avance dans la foule





Avec ma vie dans le dos


J’ai ma vie dans le dos


Un air nouveau , comme le E dans l’eau





Toute la nuit dans un camion


Un ange passe sur mon front


Tout l’espoir qu’il y a dans mes mains


Et ma vie au bout d’un pont


Encore un jour loin des parfums de Kaboul


Et j’avance dans la foule





Je me voyais déjà tout là bas en paix


Plus besoin de se cacher


Pouvoir gagner son pain sans pleurer


Et pourquoi pas rêver








Le camion s’est arrêté


Si ma mère me voyait


Dans le noir , je le sais


C’est maintenant ou jamais





(if you want me to translate it, just add that in your details) :)

alstroemeria

Old song....?

Ok I can't remember much about this song, but something keeps telling me it's by The Beatles and uhm...I'm just not too sure about that. The song says stuff like "my dear friend", "we skinned our knees" and "broke our hearts"....I may be completely wrong on those lyrics but I can only remember vaguely what it said. I think it was dedicated to someone who was dying or something? I feel completely stupid for not knowing enough about the song and asking.....but if anyone has an idea of which song this maybe....PLEASE HELP!

Old song....?
"Seasons In The Sun" by Terry Jacks.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kx-TCx-Ez...





You really weren't that far off on the lyrics. Whenever I hear about someone skin their knees I actually think of that song, listened to it so many times. A bit strange maybe.
Reply:"my dear friend" by JUlie Delpy?
Reply:Is this it?


http://users.cis.net/sammy/seasons.htm











http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kx-TCx-Ez...
Reply:Terry Jacks


Seasons In The Sun Lyrics





Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.


We've known each other since we're nine or ten.


Together we climbed hills or trees.


Learned of love and ABC's,


skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.


Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,


when all the birds are singing in the sky,


Now that the spring is in the air.


Pretty girls are everywhere.


When you see them I'll be there.


We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.


But the hills that we climbed


were just seasons out of time.


Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,


I was the black sheep of the family.


You tried to teach me right from wrong.


Too much wine and too much song,


wonder how I get along.


Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die


when all the birds are singing in the sky,


Now that the spring is in the air.


Little children everywhere.


When you see them I'll be there.


We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.


But the wine and the song,


like the seasons, all have gone.


Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.


You gave me love and helped me find the sun.


And every time that I was down


you would always come around


and get my feet back on the ground.


Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die


when all the bird are singing in the sky,


Now that the spring is in the air.


With the flowers ev'rywhere.


I whish that we could both be there.


We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.


But the stars we could reach


were just starfishs on the beach
Reply:i has a serius problam u the joke

Has anyone ever heard this song? (You can go to you tube to see the video.)?

It's called I am/ Shades of Life. It was sung by Billy Gilman. Here are the lyrics.iBILLY GILMAN LYRICS





"I Am / Shades Of Life"





I am black, I am white


I am all skins in between


I am young, I am old


I am each age that has been


I am scrawny, I am well fed


I am starving for attention


I am famous, I am cryptic


I am hardly worth the mention


I am short, I am height


I am any frame or stature


I am smart, I am challenged


I am striving for a future





[Chorus:]


The color of shy


Is blues and grays


The color of earth


Is greens and browns


The color of hop


Is rainbows and purple


And the color of peace


Is people together


Shades of life


I am





I am able, I am weak


I am some strength, I am none


I am being, I am thought


I am all things, said and done


I am born, I am died


I am dust of humble roots


I am grace, I am pain


I am labor of winned fruites


I am slave, I am free


I am bonded to my life


I am rich, I am poor


I am wealth amid strife





[Repeat Chorus]





I am sha

Has anyone ever heard this song? (You can go to you tube to see the video.)?
Yes. The first time i heard that song. I cried. I mean jut reading the lyrics you can tell it's a sad song, then you watch the video and you just cry ur eyes out.

The name of this 90s Rnb song?

The girl that sang the song was dark skinned on a scale of 1-10 I would say 5.





The lyrics went something like "look with your heart and not with your eyes". It was slow and relaxed.

The name of this 90s Rnb song?
maybe





Artist : Anita Baker





Title : Close Your Eyes














Close your eyes and see


Life's no mystery


Dreams become reality


Close your eyes and see


Sight of heart instead of mind


Open eyes still travel blind


We stumble in the dark


See things clearly with your heart


Close your eyes and see


Life's no mystery
Reply:The only song and vid I can think of like that from the 90s is:





Use Your Heart - SWV





Here's the video:


http://youtube.com/watch?v=IHRc6YCUQBE
Reply:SWV's "Use Your Heart", Coko was singing lead and as far as a 5, Coko is a certified dime....

Cant think of the name of song?

Very acostic, country-folkish, Lyrics go somewere along the lines "hunderd miles of tobbaco skins......my clothes are torn and grey.......something that can't be trusted...... I think the guys first name is daniel, and it was made before april 2004.

Cant think of the name of song?
patrick park





http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/ocmix2the...
Reply:Daniel Boone! LMFAO
Reply:lyricsfreak.com
Reply:maybe danial powter or powder
Reply:I think you might be looking for this guy Patrick Park. The song is called Something Pretty and its on The OC 2 Mix.





Here I am, where I’ve been


I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,


And my clothes are worn %26amp; gritty.


And I know ugliness,


Now show me something pretty.


I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose


And too much weight for walking shoes.


I could have died from being boring.


As for loneliness,


She greets me every morning.

primrose

Help me with this song?

Its sung by a dark skinned lady (make myself not sound racist) the lyrics are something like me-e-e--e oh a-a-a-a-h ooohh. LOL i can't explain it :( its doing my head in. Its a really big tune out at the moment.

Help me with this song?
is it the creeps - camille jones
Reply:take that
Reply:hum? really can't help you there, im singing that and sounding like a prat!





im glad you told us what it was! i can see what you were trying to do now! i love that song!
Reply:Dragostea Din Tei.





There are two versions, one sung by a lady and one sung by a boyband. I prefer the boyband version (Ozone)





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwVxrIO_A... (The Video)





Ma-ia-hii


Ma-ia-huu


Ma-ia-hoo


Ma-ia-haa


Alo, Salut, sunt eu, un haiduc,


Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea.


Alo, alo, sunt eu Picasso,


Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,


Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.





Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,


Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.


Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,


Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.





Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,


Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.


Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,


Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.





Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt a*****,


Alo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea.


Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso,


Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,


Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.





Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,


Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.


Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,


Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.





Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,


Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.


Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,


Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.





x4





Ma-ia-hii


Ma-ia-huu


Ma-ia-hoo


Ma-ia-haa





Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,


Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.


Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,


Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.





Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,


Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.


Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,


Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
Reply:She was singing meeeohaaaahooohh (miaow) like a cat?
Reply:Hahaha - there are lots of songs that sound like that!





Good luck!
Reply:It's kind of hard! I did it out loud, and it sounds like MEOW!!! I don't know; can you provide at least one lyric?

Do you like this song?

its actually a good songg!!!


vv


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfL98zBia...





Here are the lyrics:





Your touch


Your taste


Your breath


Your face


Your hands


Your head


You're sweet


Your love


Your teeth


Your tongue


Your eye


You're mine


Your lips


You're fine


You're heaven on earth





I've waited all my life for you


My favourite kiss


Your perfect skin


Your perfect smile





Waking up and you're next to me


Wrap me up in your arms and back to sleep





(Lay my head on your chest and drift away


Dream of you and I'm almost half awake)





The palest green I've ever seen


The colour of your eyes


You've taken me so far away


One look and you stop time





Fell in love with you and


Everything that you are


Nothing I can do I'm really


Crazy about you


When you're next to me


It's just like heaven on earth


You're heaven


You're heaven on earth





Tell me that I'll always be the one that you want


Don't know what I'd do if I ever lose you


Look at you and what I see is heaven

Do you like this song?
awesome
Reply:$@/% it sucks
Reply:oh. that britney song. i like 'get naked' better.

This is my life, my sadness, told in real story format to help me get over the pain?

My partner had the idea of me writing down my story (of how I was beaten) for myself and for other people who share(d) my predicament. It would be very kind if you could also write some ideas on how to get over this. I will not be seeing a psychologist for quite some time, because I had very bad childhood experiences with them, please do not suggest it.





Tears





The tears were running down my face. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to go back to my own little dream world a world where he, the man who I thought loved me, hadn’t hit me for one of the most trivial reasons known to mankind. He wanted sex, I didn’t. What was he, a caveman? Couldn’t he understand the word no?





I had screamed, begged, and cried, and now I was standing in the shower, being weak, and tears running down my face. Or, in reality, one couldn’t refer to them as running anymore. What was really happening could only be compared to pouring rain, the tears were pouring down my face. Or was it the shower water? I ran my tongue across my bottom lip. I tasted the salt, it tasted like sorrow. Deep sorrow and so much pain. I felt the sobs rake over my body, but I couldn’t hear them. Had the water made me deaf? No, it was the numb feeling. I could feel the bruises, but most prominent were the bruises on my heart, the ones that made every breath feel like a knife stabbing at my insides.





Do you remember the little mermaid? Not the Disney version, I mean the real folklore. In that brutal version part of the witches curse is that the little mermaid has to take every step and feel like knives are making their way into the soles of her feet. That’s what I felt like…many tiny knives making their way into my heart. With every breath more pain came. And with more pain, came more tears. I felt like I could never be clean again. I hadn’t even been able to turn the water hot enough. I could feel it scalding my skin, but it didn’t hurt as much as the bruises left behind on my heart.





Sighing deeply, I closed my eyes. “One, two, three, four, five,” I counted loudly to quiet my inner voice. All of a sudden I wrenched my eyes open, heavy breathing- his eyes. His deep blue, cold eyes were starring into mine whenever I closed them. The tears that had ceased began anew. Stronger this time. If the past minute had been pouring rain, this was a tsunami of tears. Maybe I would drown in tears I thought, no hoped to myself.





Bastard.





The word flashed through my mind. But I love him. Came next. But he doesn’t love you. Tears…more tears. Why won’t he love me? Because I’m horrible, I thought. Because I bit him, because I didn’t sleep with him. If I really loved him, I would have done it. I knew that this was true, but why didn’t I love him? He was kind to me. He beat you, and he was kind? Stupid girl. Yes, stupid girl. Stupid girl for provoking him, for biting him, for letting him hurt me. Even more tears. If I tell someone he’ll murder me. If I don’t tell someone I’ll murder myself.





The water was making me dizzy; I turned of the water and walked to the linen closet to get myself a big towel. The water was dripping between my shoulder blades, but my back was hurting, so I didn’t feel strong enough to simply wrap a towel around it. The heat had made the mirror in the bathroom useless, so I walked up the one tilted on my armoire. I knew what I would see, but the gasp still escaped my lips. Bruises, a split lip, more bruises, my cheek, where he had boxed it was a deep purple from the burst blood capillaries. Slowly I lifted the towel; the ribs not only hurt when touched, but also looked like they had been hurt. When he had touched them, touched was most definitely the wrong word, when he had abused them I had felt it. And now I could see it. It scared me more than I had thought. More tears started their tsunami approach, but none of that scared me as much as my eyes. They were dark and swollen from crying. And when one looked closer, when I looked closer I could see the hurt, the tumult going on inside my horribly muddled brain. The thoughts flying around as if they had been shot out by a pin ball machine were jumping from one end to the next. From conclusion to problem, and back again to start anew.





Pyjamas. Yes, finally, a practical thought. I went over to my closet, rummaging through the mess. Picking up the most comfortable thing I could find, my grandmother’s old dressing gown. Barefoot I stumbled into the hallway, going into the kitchen to find myself some chocolate. I needed to be soothed by something, needed it or else I would collapse. I wanted my mommy, but in a way I didn’t. I was glad to know that both of my parents were gone for the night to meet with our landlord and that my baby sister was safely parked at her babysitter’s house.





It didn’t take me long to find the chocolate, along with some tee, and a heating blanket. Walking on my tip toes I went to my bed…and just sank down on it. Setting the tea down carefully, looking at the picture of Audrey Hepburn hung high on my wall. Audrey, the role model in every situation…a woman that had in a way helped me to get through any phase in my life. When I was sad I’d pop Breakfast at Tiffanies in the VCR and have a good long cry at the, “I don’t want to put you in a cage, I want to love you,” part. Love, there we had it again. How would Audrey handle love? Audrey was married three times, she didn’t handle it very well. I wanted one love, one final love that would last me a lifetime. Nothing less and nothing more, but of course that is quite a lot to wish for.





But, this isn’t about Audrey Hepburn. This is about Katie Alee. Normal girl, also known as a complicated wreck. That’s me. And I worried about what Audrey would do, but I didn’t’ know what she would do…I only know what I did. I cried. Fell down onto my bed and sobbed away. If that wouldn’t be embarrassing enough, I sobbed words, and they were, “I want my mommy.” I sobbed those words like a mad woman also known as a toddler. Over and over again. “Mommy, mommy, mommy, help me.”





It took me a while, but at some point I moved on to asking god why he was doing this to me. I had never truly believed in god, maybe a goddess, but never god. Here I was, after minutes, though it felt like hours, of crying for my mommy begging god to tell me why I was being punished like I was. Was it because I didn’t go to church? Was I a bad girl? Was I a bad person? Yes, I had decided. Yes, I am. If I wasn’t, the universe wouldn’t be punishing me.





After that phase I sat up on my bed, drank the tea that had gotten cold by now, ate some chocolate and begged to let it work. Now, looking back on it I realise that I did a lot of begging that night. Begging for happiness and begging for answers. That would be all the begging for one night though, because what I did next would be the action that I’d regret for weeks, maybe years, to come. I stood up. Went back into the hallway, crossed over to the living room, and got the phone. Then I went back, slipped under the cool covers, and turned on the comforting heating blanket. Seconds later I was feeling warm on the outside, even if I was even colder on the inside. I dialled. Even though I didn’t like the girl I was calling very much, I knew her number by heart, because it is the number one calls when one feels alone and afraid of the world. Her name was Faith Conn and she lived about 10 minutes away from the house I had lain on the floor of just hours ago.





It rang.





She picked up, answering the phone on the third ring in that horrendously sweet voice of hers. My tongue needed to be untwisted, but I did it in time and told her who was calling. She sounded surprised, but pleased to hear from me. We chit chatted about school and our grades for a few minutes. She asked me about how I was liking honours classes, I told her that it was a challenge, but also a challenge that I craved and needed. All of a sudden she asked me how my day had been and the sobs started again. I do believe that I scared her a lot that night. Everything came tumbling out. Every fear, every move…everything I did and everything that he did. She was silent. Then she coughed, said, “What an asshole, leave him,” and that was it. My world was crashing down around me and all she had to say was that?





Next, “Why didn’t you want to sleep with him, though. You two always look so in love?”





My throat twisted again and I felt like throwing up.





“Katie?” came her question out of the receiver.





I was numb, “Because, I wasn’t ready, because…I didn’t want to, because,” every one of my “becauses” were running into one another until the tears and the sobs started and every sounded obscure and stupid and unbelievable.





She was silent, and from one second to the next her demeanour changed, “Alright, we’ll see each other in school,” and then hung up.





After that hang up, the first traces of real loneliness came tearing down on me. Who did I usually call when I was scared and alone? Him. Who couldn’t I call? Him. The Elvis lyrics came tumbling into my brain, “I’m so lonesome I could cry,” and I was. I felt like everything had left me, like nothing could ever help me again.





I got up again, this time to put make-up on, because I knew that my mother would come in to check on me as soon as she got home. This is where another battle started. How do I hide this? How? I goggled and goggled, until I found a promising side that was teaching girls how to hide hickeys. Well, this was a similar thing, it wasn’t a love bite, it was done in anger, but it had similar results. I layered the make-up on after cooling the bruises with an ice pack I usually used after dance class because my muscles would feel sore. I changed my white bedding to a very colourful one, because I was afraid that the make-up would be left behind on the linen. Laid back down, turned the heating blanket to a comfortable temperature, and stared at the ceiling. For hours and hours I didn’t move a muscle except for the one known as my brain. That muscle wouldn’t stop working. It was still making out every single scenario. Everything that could have gone differently than it had. At some point I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up whimpering.





Have you ever woken up crying? Probably not, it is not a very pleasant thing to happen. Now, I had the wonderful act of waking up crying at 4 in the morning. I felt like a bus had hit me, even worse like a bus had hit me and I would never get up again. I wanted to die. It was as simple as that. A stronger person than me would have probably done it, but as always, I was too much of a coward to just walk into the bathroom, get out the aspirin, and take ten. I knew that it would have killed me. I’m small I’m not even allowed to take the adult dose of medicine. Ten little pills would have been enough, but I didn’t do it. Couldn’t do it because I was too afraid of dying.





I wasn’t sure why I was crying. Yes, the images kept playing in my head, over and over again. His eyes, his cold, dark blue eyes making their way into mine…his hands, which were cold and sweaty, but most of all much too strong. Why couldn’t I be a jazz dancer? I mean, ballet was hard and all, but I did not give you the type of muscles used to fend of an attacker. So, there were the images and then of course the pain. Everything ached. I could not point out a single part of my body that didn’t hurt. My eyes hurt from crying, my hands from shielding myself, my face from the obvious, and even my teeth hurt.





Before my mind got a chance to start up again I swung my legs out of bed, wincing in the process, but still going on. Fantastic, was my first thought. He robs me of my dignity and of my ability to just do what needs to be done. He was making the usual act of just going numb a lot harder. This wasn’t numb, this hurt. It hurt like hell…





Padding back into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich, looking out the window to see that the parents had gotten home already. After I made the sandwich I went downstairs to the basement. Turned on the TV and smiled as the On Demand welcome screen popped up. I needed comedy, so Sex and the City it was. Four hours of Samantha’s lucid sexscapades later I was sitting there. I didn’t laugh at all. I was just sitting there, glad to hear some sort of noise. Afraid of the quiet, because I knew that the silence would be filled by my never ending sobs very quickly. I wanted to be strong, I didn’t want to cry anymore, didn’t want to think about what had happened, but the more I tried not to think, the more I thought, the more I cried.





He had always been hurtful. Had always hurt me mentally, once or twice slapped me, but I never thought about it. Sure, he was a real man…he was never gentle, he was like a boxing champion. Always rough. A man that always took that roughness for passion. I didn’t know what had happened to him in his past to make him so incapable of just being gentle. Of just holding me. That incapability to just hold me and tell me that everything would be okay. And now, now nothing would ever be okay again.





There’s a moment there, a moment where everything around you crumbles to pieces, where you won’t, simply can’t believe that something like this could happen to me. I was beginning to think that I had made it all up, it was a dream. Then I’d look in the mirror and see a monster starring back. I never did like blood, but in those quiet moments of despair I began hating it for what it did to a person. In a way it made me want to see more, it made me want to claw at my face… so that I couldn’t hide it anymore, if the wounds were open I couldn’t cover them, but on the other hand I knew that I had to hide them. No one would believe me, and if they did , they would say that I tempted him. The “poor boy” didn’t have a chance against the evil witch that I was.





So, I hid everything. I hid it all that first weekend, and then it was time to go back to school. I hadn’t spoken to him all weekend, which had made my mother suspicious. She asked me whether we were fighting. I said no, even though we were fighting, but it was a different kind of battle. He had won the physical part, but I was going to win with mental strength, I wouldn’t call him to beg for forgiveness, I couldn’t call. I knew that he’d deny it all.





I got on the ugly, yellow school bus the next day and sat down next to Bobby, because I knew that our friendly banter would take my mind off of things. It did work, at least for a little while. As soon as we were getting of the bus I saw him. Leaning against one of the lockers, right inside the corridor to the cafeteria. That was unusual, he usually waited in the cafeteria, not outside. He was smiling at me, waving, but in a way I could tell that something was wrong. As I walked in on legs that felt like jelly, I almost ran after Bobby, almost begged him to stay. But he just told me that he’d see me later and made his way over to Sam and Brian. My steps stopped in front of him. I slowly looked at his face and smiled, his face was a sarcastic mask.





“Got anything to tell me?” came his question as he pulled me into a quieter place by the guy’s bathrooms.





“No,” I whispered.





“Lied about anything recently?”





“No…”





“Told any friends that I beat you up on Friday…no?” came the sarcasm again, “We’ll talk about this later,” and he pulled me roughly to my locker. We stopped in front of the café. He swiftly kissed me on the lips, for show I suppose, a way to tell me that I’d better keep quiet. I quickly walked over to Faith and asked, “Did you tell him?”





She turned to me coldly and just said, “You’re a liar,” and then turned away again.





I will never forget standing there, feeling like everything had left me, and feeling the conformation, that no one would believe me- no one would ever see. I could feel the tears shooting into my eyes again and the felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. A quiet, “hey baby,” whispered into my ear. I took a step away from him, smiled with tears in my eyes, shook his hands away, and sprinted to the bathroom.





You lied… No I didn’t. Yes, you did. No, I almost screamed it. Alone again…I could hear my footsteps echoing against the tiles in the bathroom, as I walked over to the sinks and just starred at my face in the mirror. If you didn’t know the injuries were there, you wouldn’t notice them. No one noticed them. They don’t exist…





I starred at my face in the mirror until my eyes started to water from not blinking, until I couldn’t really see a face anymore, it was just lines…and lies. The first bell rang…and I made my way to English.

This is my life, my sadness, told in real story format to help me get over the pain?
I'm so sorry you had to go through that-my only advice- never blame yourself and pray to God for the strength to live with what happened somehow.
Reply:its best if you send this via www.fictionpress.com - go under forums - they offer free beta editing for ficiton stories. Yahoo answers singles/dating are for advise column.

queen of the night

Whos heard the song called " drama queen " by family force 5 ...And who likes the song ?! I do =)?

Lyrics:


Chicka-pow! Don't shoot me down


Oh no! How low can you go





Driving fast to get to work


Queen is there just being a jerk


Running her mouth a million miles an hour


She's talking trash


It's going sour


That stuff that makes you hurt


Cut you down, make you hit the dirt





Say, She's got that DIVA thing


That D-I-V-A diva thing


Sing








Why can't you say ur sorry?


For treating me so naughty


Just want an apology


Is that against ur personal theology?


What'd I do to deserve this?


How'd I get on ur bad list?


Just want to make it right


Please Queen Please


Let's not fight


Let's not fight, Let's not fight, I don't wanna fight tonight


You had ur chance to right ur wrong


Can't we all just get along?





(Chorus)


You go and talk behind my back


Don't you know that's whack


It's a personal attack


Oh snap


Some friend you are to me


Ur Miss Personality


Are you blind to see?


Ur such a Drama Queen





Fresh off the chopping block


She cut me deep and it hurts a lot


She hit me with her best shot


And never gave a second thought


That's to much Drama for me mama


Why do you like to stir it?


When I am near you throw fits


You cry Oh me me me


Ain't you got no decency?


You dish it out- I take it


I wish you'd just stop fakin'


In ur mind ur grass is green


But I know youse a Drama Queen


Ur such a, ur such a, ur such a Drama Queen





(Chorus)





You go and talk behind my back


Don't you know that's wack


It's a personal attack


Oh snap


Some friend you are to me


Ur Miss Personality


Are you blind to see?


Ur such a Drama Queen





She's a Drama Queen if you know what I mean


She'll get under ur skin and make you scream


Owwww, Drama Queen


I need a vaccine cause you so mean


You got a disease I don't need and it pays no heed to get it


So better quit it


Cause a friend in need is a friend indeed and you ain't that


Youse a Drama Queen





Emphatic, Dramatic, ur like a psychosomatic


Ur always so problematic


Ur drama is cinematic


There's no comparison to the damage you've done


But you've only begun with ur hit and run's





(Chorus)





You go and talk behind my back


Don't you know that's whack


It's a personal attack


Oh snap


Some friend you are to me


Ur Miss Personality


Are you blind to see?


Ur such a Drama Queen

Whos heard the song called " drama queen " by family force 5 ...And who likes the song ?! I do =)?
You do realize the song is completely in gay rhetoric? And the artists name? I do like it tho
Reply:I just listen to it, and it is not bad actually.

What Does The Song: It's Your Love; By Tim McGraw Mean?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohC7o_PPP...





lyrics:





Dancin' in the dark


Middle of the night


Takin' your heart


And holdin' it tight


Emotional touch


Touchin' my skin


And askin' you to do


What you've been doing all over again.





Oh it's a beautiful thing


Don't think I can keep it all in


I just gotta let you know


What it is that won't let me go.





It's your love


It just does something to me


It sends a shock right through me


I can't get enough


And if you wonder about the spell I'm under


Oh it's your love.





Better than I was


More than I am


And all of this happened


By takin' your hand


And who I am now


Is who I wanted to be


And now that we're together


I'm stronger than ever I'm happy and free.





Oh it's a beautiful thing


Don't think I can keep it all in


And if you asked me why I changed


All I gotta do is say your sweet name.





It's your love


It just does something to me


It sends a shock right through me


I can't get enough


And if you wonder about the spell I'm under


Oh it's your love.





Oh, Baby


Oh…





Oh it's a beautiful thing


Don't think I can keep it all in


I just gotta let you know


What it is that won't let me go.





It's your love


It just does something to me


It sends a shock right through me


I can't get enough


And if you wonder about the spell I'm under


Oh it's your love.


It’s Your Love,


It’s Your Love.

What Does The Song: It's Your Love; By Tim McGraw Mean?
It means with his/her love they can conquer the world, the "shock" is the feeling he/she gets when they're together,


He recorded it with his real wife Faith Hill
Reply:it just means the love hes talkin about he cant live without :)

I need help for a song/video name?

ok the thing is that i have no idea about the music lyrics. The only thing i remember is the music video. It is about this guy that is in a room and theirs a bunch of woman around hi but their like on balconies or something like that anyways.... he start dancing and singing something like "Hey Ms.D....j" and while he dances and sings he starts taking his skin off and than his muscles and than is only bones... this was a couple of years ago but i cant remember the name off the song pleaseeee help!!!!!!!!

I need help for a song/video name?
i believe its called rock dj and its by robbie williams

Words to an ANGEL songs?

what in the world is the name of the song??? here are the lyrics i can work out


opens with "up in the morning ready for school"


chorus is "when i feel that need i just want to jump out of my skin


yeah yeah yeah yeah


...(cant make out words)....


and were ready to rock no one could make us stop"

Words to an ANGEL songs?
dunno
Reply:type some of those lyrics on google and you'll probably find the song.

golden ball

Not a rhyming poem, but what do you think of it?

Sitting in a dark car in the stary night


My breath fogging the window


With the condensation of the beating rain


Making only distant lights seem visible


The only thing shining


Blurring and unblurring


When i come out of my trance.





When the car halts


I open the door, stand under the streetlight,


And stare straight up


Letting the moist tears of the sky


Become one with my skin


As it abosrbs it.





For a moment i close my eyes


And i can feel a techno dance beat's


Profound lyrcs in my head


Then it's gone


As a voice yells at me


To stand out of the rain


Because i already am sick.





Everyone is sick


Let me have me emotion flood me


Just for a moment.





Tears flow as i sit in a church pew


It's not often that I'm here


But when death strikes


It's where i am.





I can't muffle my sobs


As i hear a ladies words


Fade away and start back up again


Speaking of this great person.





I close my eyes


As profound lyrics come into my head


Matching the words she speaks at the pulpit


And loud sobs can not be stiffled as my chest heaves.





Then, someone asks if I'm alright


Perhaps feeling rather sick


Need a moment away from this place.





Everyone is sick.


Let me have my emotion flood me


Just for a moment.

Not a rhyming poem, but what do you think of it?
That's a really terrific poem. I see no flaws in it. I recommend looking into getting it published in a book of poems from you or a book with other poets as well.
Reply:i like it
Reply:i think it is absolutely beautiful! i love it!!
Reply:I love it! Whose this??!





;-D Kisses





P.S.: thanks to have shared it w/ me!
Reply:I have to say you are a good writer. I think it's pretty good.
Reply:Not to bad, you have the possibility of some talent here..
Reply:Far superior to the other poem that you posted.
Reply:Edit, edit, edit.





dark car


breath fogging the window


condensation of the beating rain


only distant lights visible


blurring and unblurring


i come out of my trance.





i stand under the streetlight,


and stare straight up





rain one with my skin


profound lyrcs in my head





a voice yells at me


to stand out of the rain


because i already am sick





everyone is sick





the ladies words


fade and start


speaking of this great person





profound lyrics in my head


everyone is sick.
Reply:If is very good. the first time you use the stanza "everyone is sick, correct the second line the word me, should be "my" to match the last stanza. It is a very moving poem, and you can feel your sadness due to the death of someone very close. My favorite part starts with "tears flow as I sit in a church pew......


Keep writing, it may help with actual grief. I wrote a very long poem about my mother after she passed away.
Reply:You have an honest voice in your writing. You use alot of solid specific details to paint the scene. There are some areas where you could trim it down and make it more effective. Your conclusion could use a little more punch. That said, you write things that are interesting to read. Thanks.

Why do people think it's so weird for me to love rock, and dislike hip-hop/rap?

I appreciate good sounds and lyrics, that's why I love rock. Some people at my school treat me like I'm some freak because I do. Half of the time it suprises the hell out of them that we actually have more in common than they may have intitially have thought. It's annoying and tiresome to try and explain to people that my skin color is just pigmentation, not some kind of blue print for the person I am.


Have you ever felt like people can't just get over physical attributes to just see you?

Why do people think it's so weird for me to love rock, and dislike hip-hop/rap?
If you spend the rest of your life being concerned what other people think you'll miss out on so much. It is ignorant that your skin tone in some people's minds dictates how you should live your life, however you must learn to look at it that way and do your own thing!
Reply:Be yourself and have fun
Reply:Unfortunately, some people haven't gotten used that we are in the 21st century and that skin color and culture have nothing to do with our likes and dislikes. These people are obviously not open minded. Don't worry about what they say some of these people probably like rock too and are just too embarrassed and worried about what other people might say. As long as you feelo comfortable and sure of who you are don't worry what anybody else says. Good luck!!!!
Reply:Pay these people no mind. You do you because no matter what you do, people are always gonna find something to b#$%h about.
Reply:ahhh... yes... That's actually called prejudice and racism. That's like assuming everyone who is black hates country. Ignore them. Do what makes YOU happy. Maybe offer to let them hear the music you listen to before they judge it or judge you for listening to it.
Reply:ROCK ON!
Reply:Yes... couldn't of said it better myself. I also like rock and people expect me to be into hip-hop and rap.





Its just ignorance and it goes into the same category as not dressing or speaking a certain way. Remember the saying "the people who mind don't matter and people who matter don't mind"? Its true.. and it took me a while to realize this.





If people are too ignorant to accept you as you are.. they are a waste of your time and respect and probably not worth being friends with anyway.





Seek out open minded people like yourself who are not so ignorant and you will be surprised how much more fulfilling your relationships will be.
Reply:I don't know.


But kudos for good taste in music!
Reply:because some people are stupid they always think that there opinion matters and that everyone should revolve around them my advice to you is be who you are and don't pay any mind to people like that
Reply:You are unique, you like what you like and there is no rule that says you must like hip hop because of the colour of your skin. It shows you are original and you do not follow the crowd, you should be proud of that and take no notice of others who put you down.


I was bullied all through my school years for being 'different' but I have no regrets, there are lots of shallow people in the world, but there are also good ones too. Keep your head help high and never, ever say sorry for who and what you are!
Reply:Well, it does seem odd that you like lyrics and dislike rap. Most true rock MUSIC lovers like a little bit of rap. Just as most true Hip Hop lovers like a little bit of rock. Rock and Rap are practically one in the same in many areas. The two worlds do frequently collide.





movie soundtracks - nice to know its not just me.
Reply:No offence but it is VERY, VERY weird. How can you choose crappy rock music over rap and hip hop? Rock music is nothing but noise!
Reply:I don't come from the hip-hop/rap generation, but I had the same problem back in the day. People are going to assume a lot with what sort of music you listen to.





I'm one of those people that listen to a little bit of this and a little bit of that. My itunes collection contains music from all genres, but i would be foolish to show up to an all Black party and connect my ipod up to the sound system. I would get thrown out of the party and possibly beat up and called a traitor, or an "Uncle Tom" or a freak.





My advice to you is that you are going to be judged no matter what you do. If you skin is dark people will start to assume lots of things about what you like. Their is nothing you can do about it, so just enjoy what you enjoy and if people have a problem....tell them to go fish up a tree.





BTW here's some of what I listen too:





The Beatles


The Rolling Stones


Led Zepplin


Holly Near


Doris Day


Garbage


The Smashing Pumpkins


The Jackson 5


ALL Musical Sound Tracks to Movies


Show tunes


Most classical music pieces


All older, lounge music singers


Patsy Cline


Tokio Hotel





And that's just a few. Most Black people find my musical taste unacceptable and this is a fact, but I like what I like, so **** 'em.
Reply:hey im the same way but i dont worry about them. i am a brown skinned person and i dont get it just from blacks but every kind of person. usually hang with myself b/c i dont fit in with anyone completey at my school. Its not weird. They dont control you or your mind. You can do what you want. Just b/c majority listen to rap doesn't mean you have too. we All are diff rent. no one is the same. its just ignorance and stuipiness. I pay them no mind but it does hurt my feelings when i try to explain myself and they wont listen. they are really dumb b/c rock and roll was made by black people (little Richard) back then. I think Rock was just tooken into a new genre.


good luck if! u have questions or want to talk hit me up
Reply:i dont think it matters what kind of music a person likes. i like all music, everything.





so dont listen to anybody and just keep being you.
Reply:its called 'hating' lol. They hate that you dont like the same things that they like. Dont pay attention to such people.... like what YOU like and go after things that please YOU, not other people. I listen to rock and some metal too and Im black, ROCK ON!! lol
Reply:I can relate to this wholeheartedly. I am African American and often people don't really "see" me if that makes sense. For example, I once spent a whole summer in a foreign country with a group of Americans who were not Black (I am American). I rarely use slang (I'm not against it, I just don't know a lot of it), listen to all kinds of music, read all kinds of books, am educated etc. But even two months later, they were still trying to call me "girlfriend", kept telling me stories about drugs in the inner city to try to "relate" to me, would associate just about anything I did with some African person that they knew, and were in constant awe of how much I knew ("how did YOU know THAT?"). It was the most frustrating two months of my life -- and what was worse was that these people saw themselves as being "cross cultural" and cool. They routinely offended the other people in the country we visited and weren't even conscious of it. It made me angry actually because I felt that the people we visited really opened their hearts and homes to us.





I am not against slang, the inner city, r%26amp;b, rap or anything else. I love African American art forms and culture and I am proud of who I am and of my people. I feel that it is simply amazing the amount of things that African Americans have accomplished in a very short time since the abolishment of Jim Crow, which really was a modern day slavery in many senses. But, I am also an individual as well. And as an individual I have different preferences, just like any other person. Unfortunately, that is but one of many examples and I'm pretty sure that I'll run into this for the rest of my life. It is a tremendous burden, but as painful as it can be, it has given me tremendous insight and has been a huge blessing.





What I've come to understand is that a lot of people are limited. They don't see themselves as limited, but they are - they are limited by stereotypes and these blind them to actually seeing how people truly are. I firmly believe that this effects every part of our society and do think that this is even at the root of a lot of our difficulties here and abroad. Think about the questions that are asked, even on this board. "Are we ready for a Black president?" If things are so equal why do we need to be ready? What does this have to do with his qualifications? My question is "Are we ready for a good president?" Lest you think I'm only singling out the US, this happens in a lot of societies, not just here.





However, the greatest blessing to being misunderstood is that my capacity to understand others is greater. So, where I have been tempted to judge or stereotype others, I am less apt to do it. And if I do stereotype - I recognize it immediately and I'm filled with regret. And I can spot stereotypes pretty quickly too.





This is an invaluable skill in that it has helped me to reach out to many different people across cultures - because I can actually "see" people and not just their stereotype. This gift is very precious and is a true blessing - and helps me to understand people in a way that can't be taught in a class.





So I just encourage you to continue to be yourself. Don't feel that you need to prove anything to anyone. The hard fact is that sometimes people change, but often they don't. Don't feel that you need to be the spokesperson for your race all of the time. You'll need to be conscious of it - particularly if you are the first in a career a program or a field - because you want to keep the door open for those to come behind you. But don't get bogged down by it. Just do your best in all things. And make sure to spend time with people who just like and celebrate you - the rock-music loving you - as you are. It will energize you so that you can continue to deal with those who can't see you. But most of all, just be yourself.





There will always be people who will only see your skin color - no matter what you do. But, really, that speaks a lot more to their limitations than yours.





All the best,





C.

clear weed

Should I submit this editorial to my school paper, or is the point too abstract?

As a small town girl, I know what it's like to dream. It's part of our definition; we dream like gravity is a sheer seven letter word and the least of all things that will keep us down.





And when she morphs into a designer and moves away to the big city in the fashion magazine she won't forget this place, there'll be a stainless steel-framed picture of her and her friends on a lifeguard stand in the top drawer of her dresser, the one beneath the window that spies the Eiffel Tower. Gravity won't keep her here.





And he from your math class with the Playboy, he who always has all the answers somehow, he's going straight to the West Coast to the top intensive neurological care hospital in the world where he'll perform hemispherectomies and lobectomies and spinal cord rejuvenations with a scalpel in his hand like he holds the wand to the world. And gravity tugs on him just enough to keep 508-457-8134 as number seven on his speed dial. She who dreams in the mirror at you, don't be fooled, she's not dreaming. She's wishing.





From Seaview Boulevard, Doctor looks out upon the ocean from the life that his Playboy built. The pages that dictated to him and the images that began to replace the valid figures in his life. The men on page after page became his friends, and then, no, his best enemies.





And, yes, Europe is treating her just fine, thank you for asking. Does she drink the fine wine? Occasionally, but the magazine doesn't really like that. And the croissants are fine as well, thank you, but the magazine doesn't really like that either. Why, you ask?





Well, does Miss Bonybrunettewearingafinepieceoftonimatic... eat croissants?





No, thank you, she does not.





Why, then they'd have to change her name.





Oh, but they look so buttery and flaky and good.





Tell that to Miss HauteCouturePariswearingafinepieceofskin...


She tried but the magazine didn't like that. Skin is enough for you, darling, but not too much, gorgeous, the clothes look much finer hanging on sticks.





Gravity lost hold around page three.





And from over the top of my Teen Vogue and your CosmoGIRL! and her Inquirer (headline: America's Next Top Waddle), the world looks quite small and quite beachscene and yes, she looks quite fabulous in that new bathing suit, thank you.





And the words creep off the page and into our hearts and souls thicker than seaweed and faster than a spilled bottle of ink – was it the spilled ink that made the words form on this page? Were these thoughts accidental, were these scrawls simply accidents caused by another one of gravity's abnormalities? Oh, no, darling, this blasphemy was created very much on purpose. Don't worry, just like Doctor knew he had to get off the Cape and out of the fridge and into someone's head, the pages are whispering you to sleep and becoming the lyrics of your lullabies…





Thin/Beautiful/Rich/ Famous/Shelookslikeafinepieceofleadwrapp...


The words are jumping off the sheen and into your head – oh, and so is his scalpel, so hold on tight.





The images are becoming your best friends, and then, no, your best enemies.





But we've heard this all before, and you know how this story ends.





Because you are the Paris-bound designer in her early stages, slurping up the images and captions like you've been starved of them for days.





I want to be something big like Doctor.





No, no, don't reach for that croissant or sausage or sandwich, now (it doesn't matter, they're all interchangeable), the magazine wouldn't like that.





Reach for the nail polish instead, I read last week the fumes make the urge to eat go away.





And when you look in the mirror, remember that you're not painting your nails and going hungry and reading the fashion magazines like Miss IlovedCapeCodbutnowIlovebeautybecausethe... because you're dreaming.





That's not dreaming. That's wishing and it's killing.





Please save the world with me. Please put down the magazine that tells little girls to take the jelly off their peanut butter and jelly to save those cals and eat jelly by the spoonful.





Please tell Tyra in Elle Magazine that she does not have the right to say that big is beautiful until we see the most beautiful girl who happens to be over 180 pounds win America's Top Model; Seventeen Magazine cannot tell us that every body type is perfect until I see a girl doing their "Get your flawless bikini body!" workout who doesn't dissapear when she turns sideways.





I know it's just a wish, but I wish and dream at the same time that one day mirrors will be nothing but sheets of glass to shoot back a smile. And that it's Miss Eliza and Miss Alexandrie wearing a fine olive green Marc Jacobs dress and oh! what's that? Ah, those there on the neckline are the crumbs from France's finest croissant; you know, they're so buttery and flakey and good.





Doctor became rich and famous because of his hemispherectomies and lobectomies and spinal cord rejuvenations, and not because of the excellent pieces of work his plastic surgeon friends did on his nose, eyes, wrinkles, stomach, oh, the models of which he saw in none other than Playboy.





I really, really hope the ink spilled by mistake and society didn't mean to emaciate us. But either way, they did and it's done and now it's just you and me. We've got to be the brave ones to pick up the rag and start to clean before the magazines take over and shut down every croissant shop in France.





No, we wouldn't want that.





They're so buttery and flakey and good.

Should I submit this editorial to my school paper, or is the point too abstract?
It depends on what your school paper is like, but I have to say that to me, this reads much more as literary magazine work than editorial (not a bad thing, by the way, but just very different).





Newspaper and magazine editorials have room for plenty of flair and writing devices, but ultimately, their main goal is to convey a specific point about ideas, beliefs, news, etc. This reads, to me, more like a work of fiction/poetry. I think you're correct in believing that it's a little abstract for a paper. It's also running a bit long for most editorial pieces.





If you have any way of submitting to a literary magazine, I'd clean it up and do that. However, if not, try your school paper anyhow - the worst that can happen is that they don't print it.





I think this is, overall, quite a compelling piece of work. Good luck!

I need help finding a song, the music video is on the beach, with some breakdancing HELP!!?

The music video is like on the beach, and theres a guy eitehr singing or rapping, and a girl singing. Theres also a big dance circle and the video will show shots of people dancing. Its rather old probably early 2000. I think some of the lyrics are like "all the girls go" or "all the girls say" and i think theres a "koochie koo" or something like that. The guy is black, and the girl was of lighter skin. I really like the song, but i'm having a hard time finding it.

I need help finding a song, the music video is on the beach, with some breakdancing HELP!!?
Try to find it on itunes

Where can I find the band names from the seventies that sang christian rock.?

Heard a song that came out in the late 70's or early 80's. I don't know the groups name or the name of the song, I do however have the lyrics. The song starts out with : There's a long low cry from the heavens as the wind blows the skin right off the trees, and the thunder splits the sky as the silent warrior dies, and the Spirit rips the vail as the wind slows to a breeze

Where can I find the band names from the seventies that sang christian rock.?
The song is Named "The Warrior", by Chuck Girard. Formerly with the group "Love Song" as lead singer.


This song appears on the album "Written On The Wind" released in 1977
Reply:i am not sure what that song is...... but the two most popular christian bands in the 80s were





Petra and striker.... i think striker was spelled different.
Reply:google. type in 'christian rock of the 70s' and see what happens. good luck!

How much do u love gerard way ?

i love him so much. theres just something about him that i love. i dont know if its his cute baby face his skin tight pants.somtimes i feel so bad for him because of all the pain inside he has had like his grandmother who was very close to him dying or his dad who died from cancer.i am so happy the band helpped him out of his bad habbits and talked him out of suicide.i dont really love him no fan does unless they have been friends with him for years but we all have HUGE crushes on him.so do u like him as much as i do?





p.s some of my fav lyrics


My Chemical Romance "I Never Told U What I Do For a Living"


and we'll love again


we'll laugh again


we'll cry again


and we'll dance again


and its better off this way


so much better off this way


i cant clean the blood off the sheats in my bed

How much do u love gerard way ?
oh my god! he is such a hottie! and he is very senstivie. great combo! did you know the reason he died his hair white was to represent when childrens hair falls out after chemo from cancer? the white hair was supposed to represent the baldness. he is soo sweet?





TOTALLY LOVE GERARD WAY!
Reply:WTF?
Reply:WHY NOT?!
Reply:GERARD WAY IS THE HOTTEST THING ON THE PLANET!! I going to marry him. So girls HE IS MINE!!!!!

peacock plant

Magic(k) practitioners- there's a song by the band Faith and the Muse which seems like a spell to me. Do you

agree with me on this one? Here are the lyrics:





The Silver Circle





Come to life my deviltry Possess this poor company


Our secret be benefit Their unhappy lack of it


Awaken my trusting friend My undisturbed reflection


So fluid your beauty All gears and teeth





Come Alive





Come to life my second skin To protect the madness locked within


Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues


Though words did betray us Did bury our past Cry blasphemy


Cancer masters instinct Sad passive release





Come Alive





Take my dear ones The use of this spell may serve too well


Our mouth is our chalice Our tongue our sword


And truth holds a dozen doors One thrown open wide shall yield one more


Yet mystery remains above their eyes





Come Alive





What do you think is its purpose? Do you know of any other rock bands that write songs intended to be magical (beyond the normal feeling music gives you)?

Magic(k) practitioners- there's a song by the band Faith and the Muse which seems like a spell to me. Do you
It's a remarkably poetic and cryptic passage with references to magickal rites that certainly could be used as a "spell" (more of a Wiccan or witch sort than a ceremonial magick sort) but it probably isn't a spell per se.





The quiessentient magickal song (although not a spell), I think, is Stairway to Heaven. It is full of alchemical and hermetic references.
Reply:Just a song
Reply:I'd have to hear it...if it's as amazing as Loreena McKennitt than I'd say yes.





*dances* "Bonfires dot the rolling hillside.....figures dance around and around...to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness moving to the Pagan sound...
Reply:As an ex-Wiccan I'd say it's more touching on the truths of things, and feelings, rather than as a "spell", but then one would have to ask the musician about their intent to be sure.





_()_
Reply:It's purpose is only to entertain. Paranoid much?

Can You name this song?

here are the lyrics sung by a male





frozen in silence


facing it alone


gotta keep my cool


make em think im made of stone





its a game of chance we're playin


our minds are made of steel


balanced on the edges


of everything we feel





and its gonna take all we got


just to make it through this night


got a feeling right through my skin


and its cuttin like a knife


gettin ready to


BREAK THE ICE


seems like time is standin still


aiming right FOR YOUR HEART


ready to take another spill


only you can make it right!


you can break the ice inside of me

Can You name this song?
Break The Ice by John Farnham
Reply:Yet another idiot suffering from diarrhoea of the mouth and constipation of the ideas.
Reply:No I can't....does that make me a bad person ?

Name of the song?

I downloaded a song from limewire that it said that it was called "Hypnotise" by Björk and Paul Oakenford.But I checked and it seems that that's not the real name of the song and the woman who sings doesn't sound like Björk.





It's a techno song and some of the lyrics are:


No sun, no moon I do my dreaming in this days, the day.....(I don't understand this part).......to hold, to own, possessed so gorgeously possessed...........


......The memory of your skin..................it's driving me insane, delicioulsly devine......


.........No dark, no light, I do my dreaming in the night, this night (background voice:you have felt into my dreams)....

Name of the song?
u64yrft
Reply:o
Reply:"You"

pink

Guess the song?

ok try to guess the lyrics of the song and tell me who sang it


first on who can name all wins !


1)Oh yeah, your skin and bones


Turn into something beautiful......you know I love you so......


2)you're a slave to the money then you die........


3)hot like hot wings with hot chocolate in hell


cold like in my isolation cell


in the winter


while kissing mr. freeze


take the weather man


and blow him away


love is a desert and i need it to rain


you are so good at keeping me company.........


4)I have guided my bones


through some voltage


and loved them still


and loved them too


........


5)I'm my own worst enemy


Its bad when you annoy yourself


So irritating.......


6)She'll be saying use me


Show me the jacuzzi


I imagine that it's there on a plate.........


7)i only say it cause i care so please can you stop pulling my......

Guess the song?
1. Coldplay-Yellow


2.The Verve-Bittersweet Symphony


3.Macy Gray-Relating To A Psychopath


4.Bjork-Earth Intruders


5.Pink-Don't Let Me Get Me


6.Arctic Monkeys-Brainstorm


7.Lily Allen-Alfie
Reply:Umm, I have no idea *smiles* Could I have a clue? Heehee, sounds like a good song though. What's it called? Who wrote it?





7) Is that...."hair" at the end? Sounds like me! I have big afro hair and my mates are always playing with it! I think number 7) was written by TV Addict.





Am I right? PMSL, how are ya hun?
Reply:You seriously expect me to type all that !! it's to early . . .Good morning anyway x :)
Reply:All I know is Bittersweet Symphony, by the Verve; one of my alltime favorite songs!





: )
Reply:coldplay- yellow ahhhh one of my all time favoritesss!
Reply:now I know why I don't listen to this garbage!
Reply:wouldn't have a clue. sorry!

Who sings this song?

Breate Again


The lyrics:


she's got this journal filled with all her black ink guilt and love is the only thing keeping her alive. she's got her mind made up that all she needs is love her heart is the only thing helping her decide to breathe again, to breathe again. and when she's tired she doesn't sleep a week since I've seen her eat. She's skin and bones, she's beautiful no matter what. I wish I could help her see she means the world to me. But the world, it doesn't mean much to her.





who SINGS it??

Who sings this song?
Jimmy Robbins


Heres a link to his myspace page to. =]
Reply:search it on the internet
Reply:sean paul
Reply:i dont listen 2 country
Reply:Judas Priest
Reply:jimmy robbins
Reply:Too Sorry For Apologies - Jimmy Robbins
Reply:Too Sorry For Apologies sings that song





she's got this journal filled


with all her black ink guilt


and love is the only thing keeping her alive


she's got her mind made up


that all she needs is love


her heart is the only thing helping her decide


to breathe again, to breathe again








and when she's tired she doesn't sleep


a week since I've seen her eat


She's skin and bones, she's beautiful


no matter what


I wish I could help her see


she means the world to me


But the world, it doesn't mean much to her





she's got this journal filled


with all her black ink guilt


and love is the only thing keeping her alive


she's got her mind made up


that all she needs is love


her heart is the only thing helping her decide


to breathe again, to breathe again





I'll be there to split your lips


like when the ice berg hits


and the ship has to break apart


show its teeth and smile





she's got this journal filled


with all her black ink guilt


and love is the only thing keeping her alive


she's got her mind made up


that all she needs is love


and she'll breathe again


and she'll breathe again


and she'll breathe again


she'll breathe again

Who sings this christian song...?

its starts with..


PLease put down your arrow.. Cuz its sure to pirce the skin..


the chorus says..


To know your maker...to lose your sin.. Did yo uknow that you are... dearly loooooved..


i dont know the rest.. But do you know who sings this song..


(I dont need the Lyrics i just wnat the singer...


thanx

Who sings this christian song...?
Jimmy Needham. It's called Dearly Loved