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#80790 - 07/13/05 04:45 AM Late Night Rhymes
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_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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#80791 - 07/13/05 12:44 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Cool poem Nyjah - is it a rap?

Larry

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Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80792 - 07/13/05 12:54 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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sorta yeah, it can be. most of my rhymes turn out that way so i guess it is. \:\)

_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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#80793 - 07/13/05 01:06 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Cool. What kind of rap do you like? I don't know much about it myself - just that most of the CDs have "parental advisories" on them \:\) . My kids made me watch Eight Mile though, and from that film I learned a lot about Eminem and the urban rap scene in general. In some ways it reminds me of the blues scene in the American south in the 1930s: black clubs where whites and hispanics were also welcome, very informal and sometimes kind of wild, lot of in-your-face kind of things.

And what sort of poetry do you read? Who do you like?

Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80794 - 07/13/05 10:08 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

Top
#80795 - 07/14/05 12:38 AM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Yes that's the great thing about a battle - the guy battling is representing his whole group against another group. It isn't just individuals. In "Eight Mile" I loved it when the MC started things off by saying "Spin that shit!" \:\)

Eminem has a very political side to his rap and I think that's really good. When I was a teenager our rock music had a lot of that: songs about civil rights, social injustice, Vietnam, the confusion of growing up, and so on.

You have a heart for poetry Nyjah. You should explore it and see where it takes you. Don't worry about how "good" your poem is - the first thing to do is to learn to just express yourself. The same with battling: just let it out and be true to your feelings. As you become more comfortable and gain confidence the rhymes and cool ideas will just come.

Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80796 - 07/14/05 01:30 AM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Man, I loved watching 8 mile. When ever I would be at my friends we would watch it. We were trying to come up with enough money for some turn tables and records for them. We're so far from how much they are. We just beat box.

Quote:
You have a heart for poetry Nyjah.
Really? Cool, thanks. Who knows, maybe I'll be the next great MC. \:D \:D

_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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#80797 - 07/14/05 02:30 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Nyjah,

Another thing to think about, and this relates to what Howard told you on another thread. When the various clubs and gangs gather for a battle, they are expressing their pride, energy, frustration, anger, hopes, whatever, and doing so in a peaceful constructive way. The verbal abuse is incredible, but so also is the wit, insight, and humor. And everyone goes home instead of to the morgue or emergency room! All this stuff on your mind needs an outlet, so why not rap and poetry?

Do you record your rap ever? Next time you get really really mad, let it out and record it. It won't be perfect of course not. Remember in the film all the times Eminem was practicing and messing things up? But try it and see how it goes.

Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80798 - 07/14/05 02:53 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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#80799 - 07/15/05 12:42 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Nyjah,

Here is something for you: It is a verse from a great old rock 'n roll song called "Reelin' and Rockin'" written by Chuck Berry. He is a great black American guitarist and songwriter and his music basically defined the way rock music developed in the 1960s. He is still alive and touring today, but he recorded this song in 1958, so ages ago!


From "Reelin' and Rockin'"

Sometimes I will, then again I think I won't.
Sometimes I can, then again I think I can't.
Sometimes I do, then again I think I don't

Well I looked at my watch - it was 9:21.
We was at a rock 'n roll dance havin' nothing but fun
And we were all reelin' and a'rockin',
We was reelin' and a'rock and rollin' til the break of dawn.



Read this again and again until you have memorized it, then think about it. What does this say to you? He is talking about having fun in the midst of all the confusion of growing up. Really think about it!!!! Allow yourself to feel what you think. What makes you mad? What makes you happy? Think of all the bullshit that is said about kids and why it isn't right. Think of all your own ideas. Then take Chuck Berry's verse and answer him with a rap of your own - tell him what you think in 2005. Then post it here. And have fun!

Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80800 - 07/16/05 05:43 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Well Jimmy moved in with his mother
Cos he ain't go no place to go
And now i'm right back in the gutter
With a garbage bag that's full of clothes

Cause you live at home in a trailer
What the hell you gonna do (yee-hah!)
Cuz i live at home in a trailer
Mom I'm coming home to you

Well my name is Jimmy
He's name's Greg Buehl
Me and him and you, - we went to the same school
This ain't cool... I'm in a rage
He's tapping my mom and we're almost the same age
On the microphone i drop bombs
Look at this car... 'Thanks a lot, Mom!'
"Here and happy birthday Rabbit! Here's a brand new car, you can have it. A 1928 Delta..."
This shit won't even get me to the shelter
And I can't even stand for mowtown
Cuz i'm back in the 810 now

Cos i live at home in a trailer
Mom i'm coming home to you


8Mile

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

[Eminem]
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
At the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each on of my friends
It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road


Both from 8 Mile and from Eminem. Itís likeÖyouíve seen where youíve been and you donít like it so youíre trying to go somewhere else, and be a better person then you were before cos you donít really have anything to measure yourself up against.

The Sweet Home Alabama one is there just cos I like it. \:D

_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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#80801 - 07/16/05 05:44 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Sometimes I will, then again I think I won't.
Sometimes I can, then again I think I can't.
Sometimes I do, then again I think I don't

Well I looked at my watch - it was 9:21.
We was at a rock 'n roll dance havin' nothing but fun
And we were all reelin' and a'rockin',
We was reelin' and a'rock and rollin' til the break of dawn.

Unlike Chuck Berry in 1958, kids today have a lot more on their plate
Gotta look a certain way, act a certain, if you donít and youíre a boy, automatically youíre gay
But some of the stuff he said still is true, what you can and canít believe you can do
If you say you canít then you never will, but if youíre strong and push through youíll reach the top of that hill
They have rehab programs for kids, which is good cos weíre getting a 2nd chance to live
It seems like things were so much simpler then they are today, like someone was always there to say ďits okayĒ
At least thatís how they showed it on old tv shows, never showing the strife and woes
So things are a little different from back then, a lot has changed sine way back when


(i dunno if im done or not, but this is what i have so far)

_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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#80802 - 07/16/05 06:48 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Quote:
Originally posted by roadrunner:
Don't worry about how "good" your poem is - the first thing to do is to learn to just express yourself.
EXACTLY...Just look at ee cummings ee cummings I bet there aren't many who worry about his grammar, spelling and typesetting now?

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Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow". -Anonymous

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#80803 - 07/16/05 11:42 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Nyjah,

You got it. Things were a lot simpler. When Chuck Berry wrote that song I was 9. I never heard of drugs in any real way and the preesure wasn't on like it is now for kids. I think the worst thing I ever did as a kid was sneak beers. My friends and I would snag a six-pack, but there was a second hassle: there were no pop-tops in those days! You had to sneak an opener as well, and if you just asked for an opener everybody would know what you wanted it for!! \:\) Finally we would get one somehow and drink the beer. Oh my God! It tasted so bad but we all pretended we liked it and we would all end up drunk - four of us on one six-pack! So no E, no smack, no grass, no acid, no needle stuff - we never heard of any of that.

But only some of us had people there to tell us its okay when we needed it. I did and I still got hurt, but a lot of the grownups here got hurt by the people in their families who were supposed to help them. So it sucked for them years ago as bad as it does for you now. Still, you're right when you say nothing prepared us for problems we might have. A lot of things never got talked about at home, and you didn't see it on TV or in films either. I had no idea what to do the first time I got threatened and got into a fight. And if you got hurt like all the grownups here did, there was no one to tell or help you or believe you and no Internet to try to find a place like this.

And we had stupid ideas about sexuality. The word "gay" didn't exist yet, but it was a disaster if you got called a "sissy", "fairy" or "queer". That was an automatic fight, otherwise everyone would say it's true. We didn't know yet that everyone is their own person and their sexuality is part of that.

You're right about rehab. It's not punishment, it's a second shot and a chance to think about things with people who can help. And right again, if you say "I can't" then that's it, you never will. But remember what "I can't" includes. Fighting in school or rehab is "I can't". Ditching off school is "I can't". Cutting is "I can't". Drugs means "I can't".

Your first line is really true I think. Grownups sometimes don't understand how different things are for kids, especially all the new pressures: drugs, gangs, sex, latest clothes, latest games, and all the rest of it.

You have a really good vocabulary for your age Nyjah. But if people look on this thread they can see already where part of it comes from. Eminem, for example, comes from a broken family and lived for years in a trailer in Detroit while his Mom drank herself crosseyed, but that wasn't his fault and it doesn't make him stupid. Battling means being able to use a lot of words in many different ways, and if you can't do that, or if you use big words in a way that shows you don't have a clue what they mean, then you will get torn to bits when it's the other guy's turn. \:\)

You surprised me with Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" - I like that one too. In my town in Germany every Sunday there is a huge rock and roll party from 5 am until noon in this enormous old hall in the harbor area. All the people who have been partying all night come down there to have breakfast, listen to live bands, drink, and then go home. The Hamburg bands are really good and a lot of them play this song - the Germans love it and know the words and sing along. But with a German accent!

Really good Nyjah,
Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80804 - 07/16/05 11:47 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Thanks! I read tons of books and stuff...drives my mom insane cos im always reading. Once I tried to read the dictoinary. I gotta go, I'll be beack tomorrow. Thanks again


Nyjah

_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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#80805 - 07/17/05 07:59 AM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Medicb4 spoke about E.E. Cummings. Here is a poem of his that I have always liked. You can see here what medicb4 means about the way he writes:

Anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80806 - 07/17/05 06:42 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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John Mayer's Home Life


I think I'm gonna stay home
Have myself a home life
Sittling in the slow-mo
And listening to the daylight
I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
I was born a house cat
By the slight of my mother's hand

I think I'm gonna stay home

I want to live in the center of a circle
I want to live on the side of a square
I used to be in my M-Z now
You'll never find me cause my name isn't there

Home life
Been holding out for a home life
My whole life

I want to see the end game
I want to learn her last name
Finish on a Friday
And sit in traffic on the highway
See, I refuse to believe
That my life's gonna be
Just some string of incompletes
Never to lead me to anything remotely close to home life

Been holding out for a home life
My whole life

I can tell you this much
I will marry just once
And if it doesn't work out
Give her half of my stuff
It's fine with me
We said eternity
And I will go to my grave
With the life that I gave
Not just some melody line
On a radio wave
It dissipates
And soon eveaporates
But home life doesn't change

I want to live in the center of a circle
I want to live on the side of a square
I'd live to walk to where we can both talk but
I've got to leave you cause my ride is here

Home life
You keep the home life
You take the home life
I'll come back for the home life
I promise

_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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#80807 - 07/17/05 11:29 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Nyjah,

Okay, I didn't realize this is a challenge for me now until I got your PM. I know of John Mayer and I think this is off his "Heavier Things" album. I will have to think about this!

Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80808 - 07/17/05 11:37 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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\:D

_________________________
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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#80809 - 07/18/05 10:07 AM Re: Late Night Rhymes
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Nyjah,

Some first thoughts. What is John Mayer saying? That is a tough one already, because a good poem or a good song will say many things to different people. Okay, what is he saying to me?

JM is talking about himself and his career as a successful Grammy-winning musician and songwriter. After awhile he sees that this success comes at a heavy price: he has no stability in his life. He has no place where he can just be himself, let down his guard, and still be safe. And why does he realize he needs this? Here is his answer:

Quote:
And I will go to my grave
With the life that I gave
Not just some melody line
On a radio wave
It dissipates
And soon evaporates
But home life doesn't change
As a musician he sees that people are wild about him one day, and forgetting about him the next day as the popularity of his latest song fades. And why is "home life" different? Because there he expects to be safe and loved just for who he is, with all his faults and little weaknesses. But at the same time, in the sort of home he seeks he wants to be able to make a difference: a life that really matters is one in which living is also about giving.

The end of the song is ambiguous. Will he be able to get what he wants? He doesn't know, he is off to his next gig ("my ride is here"). He promises he will be back and hopes he will be able to make the right choice, but he isn't sure. That is why he is writing the song.

Hmmmmm. Another thing is that this song, which I never thought about before, didn't just drop on my head from heaven. You posted it to me and are waiting to see what I do with it and how I deal with the questions it raises. You could have posted anything on any subject for me to work on, but you chose something that talks about the importance of having a home where you are wanted and loved and safe. That doesn't surprise me. That is the first thing any kid needs, and when he feels he doesn't have that then nothing else matters.

So I will write something that addresses those problems. Not with any authority, just as the comments of an older survivor who also feared he wasn't loved or wanted (my abuser told me that) and certainly wasn't safe. I will be writing as a father who has tried to provide a home like that for many years, but I will try to think about it from your perspective.

How many years do I have for this challenge? \:\)

Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80810 - 07/18/05 02:18 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
roadrunner Offline
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Registered: 05/02/05
Posts: 22045
Loc: Carlisle, PA
Nyjah,

On that same theme of needing a home and a place to be loved and safe, here is a song that years ago spoke a lot of truth to millions of kids who were away from home working, studying, serving in the military, running away, or whatever:


Homeward Bound
Simon and Garfunkel

I'm sittin' in the railway station,
Got a ticket for my destination, mmm.
On a tour of one night stands,
My suitcase and guitar in hand,
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band.

Homeward Bound, I wish I was
Homeward Bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping;
Home, where my music's playing;
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines,
And each town looks the same to me -
The movies and the factories -
And every stranger's face I see
Reminds me that I long to be

Homeward Bound, I wish I was
Homeward Bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping;
Home, where my music's playing;
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity,
Like emptiness in harmony.
I need someone to comfort me!

Homeward Bound, I wish I was
Homeward Bound.
Home, where my thought's escaping;
Home, where my music's playing;
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me,
Silently for me.

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Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#80811 - 07/18/05 02:34 PM Re: Late Night Rhymes
medicb4 Offline
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Registered: 07/07/05
Posts: 71
Loc: Sweden
Bridge over troubled waters is an awesome song too. Mrs. Robinson hits a little close to home for me ;\)

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Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow". -Anonymous

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