Hey, so we're a week into December. I'm just a little late. Temporary Insanity has just about completed a song. Ladder. The site is http://tempinsanity.uni.cc . Cheryl's back at the forums. Here's PearlJAm's "Why Go."
WHY GO
She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone
Maybe someday another child won't feel as alone as she does
It's been two years, and counting, since they put her in this place
She's been diagnosed by some stupid fuck, and mommy agrees,
yeah...
Whoa...yeah...hey yeah yeah...
Why go home... (3x)
She seems to be stronger, but what they want her to be is weak
She could play pretend, she could join the game, boy
She could be another clone...ooh...whoa...ah yeah...
Ooh...
Why go home? (4x)
What you taught me...put me here...don't come visit...mother...
Sting me...
Whoa...ooh...
Why go home? (4x)
What you taught me...put me here...don't come visit...mother, mother,
yeah...
Why go home? (7x)
Whoa...
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The: The Outlook From Punk Society
Well my friends, it is finally here. The. It started when my 7th grade Language Arts teacher said there was no such thing as a book called "The." It was at that time my ambition to be a novelist, but those who know me know that I am a Journalist and am mentally incapable of putting together a novel. Email me your opinions at demosthenianalliance@excite.com
I
I am a member of a culture, not an extremely large group, but an individual subsociety nonetheless. Its name is misused day in, day out. It is used as a put down, when in fact, at least to me, it is glorious praise. But we go on, everyday, with the heat of their eyes, yes, we do feel your stares, it does crush us. But we won't let it take us down; you take us down, for we are above you really. We are probably the most critiqued and scrutinized of the world. But no matter, for we have our places among the young, they understand. They join us little by little. We are criticized for our tastes in music and clothing, though we are much more fashionable than you. Simple we may be, but happy also. Can you say that you are happy? For I know very few who are not among us who are truly happy. You see, we are the Punk.
Them
They sit around; listen to their rap, their hip-hop, and say that We have problems, that We should be in mental institutions, but no. We are the ones that parents point to and say if you don't want to look like that then don't do drugs. Ha, the people that you worship in the acting industry, the ones that people say make role-models, they are the drug addicts. They will be the ones introducing your children into the pit of nicotine, drugs and alcohol. On the television, one of the things that connects the world, it is hard to sit down and watch a show without someone taking a swig of some venomous concoction, or a puff of a cigarette, or sometimes worse. And this is what your children see throughout their pitiful lives. For some, it is their lives. We are not the negative influence, but the neutral. We are the ones who may not have pushed you on your way, but We didn't hold you back either. They are the ones that say don't worry, you can turn it in tomorrow. But did you forget? Tomorrow never comes for it is always today. We are not all the same either; We are proud, as well as respectful of Our differences. We don't mind yours either, but you seem to have an unreasonable hate for Us. We will not judge you, for We know what it is to be judged. We also know that the reason you live in constant hiding is because you know and understand that you are being judged wherever you go. Hah, run from your fears, you will grow tired faster than they though. They can just tap you on the shoulder when you stop to take a breath. Smile, now it's my turn! Our fear is nothing, except on occasion you.
Laughter
If I laugh for an hour will you call me insane? But I knew I was before the unfortunate moment I laid eyes on you, that just reiterated it for me. Can you say that you are insane? For me, insanity is just an understatement of my real condition, happiness. Once again I choose to laugh, for I am happy. I chuckle, nostalgic, as you adjust to this. When was the last time you could laugh because you were happy? Not since your childhood, neh? Do you remember your childhood? Do you want to remember your childhood? Does it hurt to remember your childhood? I am all smiles, We all live through the torment that is our past, We can live through it, get over it. We know that our past has done just that, passed. Laugh with me of our (your's and mine) faults. Kind of Funny
Pitiful World
This world is so sad; there are so many crimes that no one person can commit all of them in a lifetime. We (your kind and mine) are all guilty of them, for we (your kind and mine) are all equal, no? Do we not run this country, this great Nation off of this basis? Are we (your kind and mine) like the Confederate States; basing all on an untrue truth that says that one race is better than the next? Of course not, for you judge by individuality, not groups. No matter, We do not judge by either. Can you bear this? Does it pain you to look in the mirror of reality and understand you are not who you pretend to be. The shell hides nothing, nothing at all. But now, will it change you?
The
Do you understand what I am saying? Do you understand me? Why do you choose to go on? Why are you listening to me? Because you can finally accept who you are, and know it's THE truth. If you can comprehend this then you are welcome. I will have completed my work. Did I?
- Demosthenes2
Journalist
http://demosthenes2.tk
demosthenianalliance@excite.com
People, can you not see? When I wrote this I meant to show you that I understand you, and you let it get over your heads. No bother, if you came back, there is a reason. Do you really hate me? I think not, but then...what do I know.
Demosthenes2
