I can't seem to get enough hot yoga these days. Partly that's because I bought a month unlimited from my friend, and partly it's because it's Winter.
I particularly love the hot yoga teacher who sings to us in savasana.
He's not the boss, but he's a teacher who inspires me to be my best and do my best:
You and me we were the pretenders
We let it all slip away
In the end what you don't surrender
Well the world just strips away
Girl ain't no kindness in the face of strangers
Ain't gonna find no miracles here
Well you can wait on your blessings darlin'
But I got a deal for you right here
I ain't lookin' for prayers or pity
I ain't comin' 'round searchin' for a crutch
I just want someone to talk to
And a little of that human touch
Just a little of that human touch
Ain't no mercy on the streets of this town
Ain't no bread from heavenly skies
Ain't nobody drawin' wine from this blood
It's just you and me tonight
Tell me in a world without pity
Do you uthink what I'm askin's too much ?
I just want something to hold on to
And a little of that human touch
Just a little of that human touch
Oh girl that feeling of safety you prize
Well it comes with a hard hard price
You can't shut off the risk and pain
Without losin' the love that remains
We're all riders on this train
So you been broken and you been hurt
Show me soomebody who ain't
Yeah I know I ain't nobody's bargain
But hell a little touchup
And a little paint...
You might need somethin' to hold on to
When all the answers they don't amount to much
Somebody that you can just talk to
And a little of that human touch
Baby in a world without pity
Do you think what I'm askin's too much ?
I just want to feel you in my arms
And share a little of that human touch...
It's not human touch, but when he praises me, it makes me shine. When I got home, I had a cool conversation with my son about teachers who inspire you to do your best. He was able to name several he felt that way about, which made me feel heartened about his high school experience.
And I did get a little human touch, in the form of a hand squeeze from my favorite yoga buddy in savasana...
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Winter
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| Picnic point - much different from last weekend! |
I also managed to get to hot yoga again today, and I loved the teacher's selection to sing to us in savasana - this song is one of my faves:
Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father's glove
I run off
Where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice
"Your must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can't always be around"
He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and I'm here still waiting Withering where some snowman was
Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know dad the ice is getting thin
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
Hair is grey
And the fires are burning
So many dreams
On the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself
He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change
My dear
That they do. But sometimes, they come back around again, better than ever...
Monday, February 20, 2017
No Lives Matter
I was telling my boyfriend about the movie I saw last night, and he asked me if I knew about this new song from Body Count:
It's unfortunate that we even have to say 'Black Lives Matter', I mean, if you go through history nobody ever gave a fuck. I mean, you can kill black people in the street, nobody goes to jail, nobody goes to prison. But when I say 'Black Lives Matter' and you say 'All Lives Matter', that's like if I was to say 'Gay Lives Matter' and you say 'All Lives Matter'. If I said, 'Women's Lives Matter' and you say 'All Lives Matter', you're diluting what I'm saying. You're diluting the issue. The issue isn't about everybody. It's about black lives, at the moment
But the truth of the matter is...they don't really give a fuck about anybody, if you break this shit all the way down to the low fucking dirty-ass truth
We say that 'Black Lives Matter'
Well truthfully they really never have
No one ever really gave a fuck
Just read your bullshit history books
But honestly it ain't just black
It's yellow, it's brown, it's red
It's anyone who ain't got cash
Poor whites that they call trash
They can't fuck with us
Once they realise we're all on the same side
They can't split us up
And let them prosper off the divide
They can't fuck with us
Once they realise we're all on the same side
They can't split us up
And let them prosper off the divide
Don't fall for the bait and switch
Racism is real, but not it
They fuck whoever can't fight back
But now we gotta change all that
The people have had enough
Right now, it's them against us
This shit is ugly to the core
When it comes to the poor
No lives matter
America's always been
A place that judge my skin
And racism is real as fuck
Ain't no way to play that off
And in the eyes of the law
Black skin has always stood for poor
This is basic shit
They know who they fucking with
They can't fuck with us
Once they realise we're all on the same side
They can't split us up
And let them prosper off the divide
They can't fuck with us
Once they realise we're all on the same side
They can't split us up
And let them prosper off the divide
Don't fall for the bait and switch
Racism is real, but not it
They fuck whoever can't fight back
But now we gotta change all that
The people have had enough
Right now, it's them against us
This shit is ugly to the core
When it comes to the poor
No lives matter
You never see them pulling rich people out of their cars in their neighbourhoods, because they know they got lawyers. They know they'll sue their ass. They can tell who to fuck with. Unfortunately, black or brown skin has always meant poor. They're profiling you kid. They know you can't fight back. But we about to
Investigators say they are reviewing body camera and dashcam video of Tuesday's shooting. Police say that Keith Lamont Scott did have a gun in his hand when an officer shot him. But a new picture of the scene shows something that's [?]. A source tells our Charlotte affiliate it may be a gun, but people in the neighbourhood say the father of four was holding a book instead
Officer Vinson was in plain clothes when the shooting happened. He was not wearing a body worn camera. But we are told that three other officers wore theirs. The department is under increasing pressure to release police videos from the shooting. But the police chief says he will not do that right now because of the investigation
(Let's [?]. This shit is deeper than racism)
Don't fall for the bait and switch
Racism is real, but not it
They fuck whoever can't fight back
But now we gotta change all that
The people have had enough
Right now, it's them against us
This shit is ugly to the core
When it comes to the poor
No lives matter
This shit is ugly to the core
When it comes to the poor
No lives matter
Oof. He's not wrong. The question is, what are we going to do about it?
It's unfortunate that we even have to say 'Black Lives Matter', I mean, if you go through history nobody ever gave a fuck. I mean, you can kill black people in the street, nobody goes to jail, nobody goes to prison. But when I say 'Black Lives Matter' and you say 'All Lives Matter', that's like if I was to say 'Gay Lives Matter' and you say 'All Lives Matter'. If I said, 'Women's Lives Matter' and you say 'All Lives Matter', you're diluting what I'm saying. You're diluting the issue. The issue isn't about everybody. It's about black lives, at the moment
But the truth of the matter is...they don't really give a fuck about anybody, if you break this shit all the way down to the low fucking dirty-ass truth
We say that 'Black Lives Matter'
Well truthfully they really never have
No one ever really gave a fuck
Just read your bullshit history books
But honestly it ain't just black
It's yellow, it's brown, it's red
It's anyone who ain't got cash
Poor whites that they call trash
They can't fuck with us
Once they realise we're all on the same side
They can't split us up
And let them prosper off the divide
They can't fuck with us
Once they realise we're all on the same side
They can't split us up
And let them prosper off the divide
Don't fall for the bait and switch
Racism is real, but not it
They fuck whoever can't fight back
But now we gotta change all that
The people have had enough
Right now, it's them against us
This shit is ugly to the core
When it comes to the poor
No lives matter
America's always been
A place that judge my skin
And racism is real as fuck
Ain't no way to play that off
And in the eyes of the law
Black skin has always stood for poor
This is basic shit
They know who they fucking with
They can't fuck with us
Once they realise we're all on the same side
They can't split us up
And let them prosper off the divide
They can't fuck with us
Once they realise we're all on the same side
They can't split us up
And let them prosper off the divide
Don't fall for the bait and switch
Racism is real, but not it
They fuck whoever can't fight back
But now we gotta change all that
The people have had enough
Right now, it's them against us
This shit is ugly to the core
When it comes to the poor
No lives matter
You never see them pulling rich people out of their cars in their neighbourhoods, because they know they got lawyers. They know they'll sue their ass. They can tell who to fuck with. Unfortunately, black or brown skin has always meant poor. They're profiling you kid. They know you can't fight back. But we about to
Investigators say they are reviewing body camera and dashcam video of Tuesday's shooting. Police say that Keith Lamont Scott did have a gun in his hand when an officer shot him. But a new picture of the scene shows something that's [?]. A source tells our Charlotte affiliate it may be a gun, but people in the neighbourhood say the father of four was holding a book instead
Officer Vinson was in plain clothes when the shooting happened. He was not wearing a body worn camera. But we are told that three other officers wore theirs. The department is under increasing pressure to release police videos from the shooting. But the police chief says he will not do that right now because of the investigation
(Let's [?]. This shit is deeper than racism)
Don't fall for the bait and switch
Racism is real, but not it
They fuck whoever can't fight back
But now we gotta change all that
The people have had enough
Right now, it's them against us
This shit is ugly to the core
When it comes to the poor
No lives matter
This shit is ugly to the core
When it comes to the poor
No lives matter
Oof. He's not wrong. The question is, what are we going to do about it?
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Black, Brown and White
Once again, I took myself to see a movie tonight, and it turned out to be such a good call: The movie was I am Not Your Negro, and it was super powerful, if a little depressing. I'd rather be a little depressed, though, than ignore the reality of the Black experience in America, then and now.
As James Baldwin says near the end of the movie: Not everything that we face can be changed, but nothing will change that we don't face.
Amen brother.
Here's a song that tells it like it was, and I'm afraid in many ways, still is, to mark this day:
This little song that I'm singin' about
People you know it's true
If you're black and gotta work for a living
This is what they will say to you
They says if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But as you's black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back
I was in a place one night
They was all having fun
They was all byin' beer and wine
But they would not sell me none
They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But if you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back
I went to an employment office
Got a number 'n' I got in line
They called everybody's number
But they never did call mine
They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said if you was white, 't should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm boy, git back git back git back
I hope when sweet victory
With my plough and hoe
Now I want you to tell me brother
What you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?
Now if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But if you black, whoa brother, git back git back git back
As James Baldwin says near the end of the movie: Not everything that we face can be changed, but nothing will change that we don't face.
Amen brother.
Here's a song that tells it like it was, and I'm afraid in many ways, still is, to mark this day:
People you know it's true
If you're black and gotta work for a living
This is what they will say to you
They says if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But as you's black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back
I was in a place one night
They was all having fun
They was all byin' beer and wine
But they would not sell me none
They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But if you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back
I went to an employment office
Got a number 'n' I got in line
They called everybody's number
But they never did call mine
They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said if you was white, 't should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm boy, git back git back git back
I hope when sweet victory
With my plough and hoe
Now I want you to tell me brother
What you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?
Now if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But if you black, whoa brother, git back git back git back
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Smooth Operator
It was a glorious, Spring-like day again today, so I celebrated in one of my favorite fashions: I did the 8-mile run from my house to picnic point and back. When I started out, I knew it was much farther than I've been running this winter, so my thought was to take it easy. But the first mile felt good, and wound up being pretty good time, so I decided to try to stick with that pace.
It always feels so great, that first run out to picnic point in the "Spring" - it's a reclamation of sorts.
Soon after I got back, I got myself ready for hot yoga. I knew it was ambitious to do them back-to-back, but I was feeling energized by the warmer weather. It wasn't easy, but I made it through the whole practice, and as usual, there was a reward at the end: the teacher singing to us in savasana.
Today's song was an old fave:
Diamond life lover boy
He moves in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
Sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start
No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago: Western male
Across the North and South, to Key Largo: love for sale
Face-to-face, each a classic case
We shadow box and double-cross
Yet need the chase
A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels'; his heart is cold
No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
That he is!
It always feels so great, that first run out to picnic point in the "Spring" - it's a reclamation of sorts.
Soon after I got back, I got myself ready for hot yoga. I knew it was ambitious to do them back-to-back, but I was feeling energized by the warmer weather. It wasn't easy, but I made it through the whole practice, and as usual, there was a reward at the end: the teacher singing to us in savasana.
Today's song was an old fave:
Diamond life lover boy
He moves in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
Sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start
No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago: Western male
Across the North and South, to Key Largo: love for sale
Face-to-face, each a classic case
We shadow box and double-cross
Yet need the chase
A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels'; his heart is cold
No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
That he is!
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Little Pieces of You
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| With my valentine on his visit in January |
But I didn't, so I'm focusing on what I can do, which includes:
1) Teaching my children about love so that they will grow up understanding what it is;
2) Fully embracing my love for the New Englander and embarking on a life together;
3) And maybe, hopefully, someday writing a book (or several) that could help others understand it and rediscover it, as I have.
My friend posted this poem the other day, and it reminded me of how I used to feel about love -- even in the earlier iteration with the New Englander:
you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
- Warsan Shire
Such a beautiful poem. I remember feeling like I was too much. Like no one was going to be able to handle all of me, or want to try. When the New Englander left, that story was reinforced. I was too much.
Enter lots of grief, therapy, meditation and hard work, all of which led to this discovery:
In order for someone else to want all of me, and love all of me, I have to want all of me. I have to love all of me. And that included going back for the parts of me that were discarded out of shame, which given my past, was no small part of me.
Integrating all these parts of myself, I finally found a space in which I knew I'd be ok by myself and I knew I'd find someone to love all of me at some point. A place where I felt that raising my kids is my priority now and I could let go of some of the desperation around needing a lover. A place where I understood that lovers are wonderful, especially when they are capable of body, mind, heart, soul connections and physically fit, like the New Englander, but they aren't necessary for being whole.
And once I found that spot, really not long after, the New Englander came back and said: "Yes, you, I want you, I want all of you, always." Which is so delightful, so delicious, so fabulous. It doesn't feel like the word love can even encompass what I feel about being so seen and so cherished, but it's a start.
Thanks, Ben Hartley, for this song that expresses my journey with the New Englander so beautifully:
Such a beautiful poem. I remember feeling like I was too much. Like no one was going to be able to handle all of me, or want to try. When the New Englander left, that story was reinforced. I was too much.
Enter lots of grief, therapy, meditation and hard work, all of which led to this discovery:
In order for someone else to want all of me, and love all of me, I have to want all of me. I have to love all of me. And that included going back for the parts of me that were discarded out of shame, which given my past, was no small part of me.
Integrating all these parts of myself, I finally found a space in which I knew I'd be ok by myself and I knew I'd find someone to love all of me at some point. A place where I felt that raising my kids is my priority now and I could let go of some of the desperation around needing a lover. A place where I understood that lovers are wonderful, especially when they are capable of body, mind, heart, soul connections and physically fit, like the New Englander, but they aren't necessary for being whole.
And once I found that spot, really not long after, the New Englander came back and said: "Yes, you, I want you, I want all of you, always." Which is so delightful, so delicious, so fabulous. It doesn't feel like the word love can even encompass what I feel about being so seen and so cherished, but it's a start.
Thanks, Ben Hartley, for this song that expresses my journey with the New Englander so beautifully:
You told me you thought that I’d think you’re strange
And there are things about you that you want to change
But these are the all the little pieces of you that I love
All the little pieces of you that I love
All the little pieces of you that I love
All the little pieces of you
Since the first time that I danced with you through the night
You’ve been my lover, my cornerstone, you’re the best friend that I’ve ever known
This wind keeps me sailing on
My love you baby now
My lover my cornerstone, you’re the best friend that I’ve ever known
This wind keeps me sailing on
My love you baby now ooh
I love you now ooh
Oh where have you been where have you been hiding until now
You’re beside me right by me you’re standing
Oh where have you been where have you been hiding until now
You’re beside me right by me you’re standing
Oh where have you been where have you been hiding until now
You’re beside me right by me you’re standing
Oh where have you been where have you been hiding until now
You’re beside me right by me you’re standing
These are all the pieces of you that I love
All the little pieces of you that I love
These are all the pieces of you that I love
Baby now all the little pieces of you that I love
...so, so much!
Monday, February 6, 2017
Killing Me
Again with the song that I'm glad isn't singing my story:
Sweet heart, would you wake up today?
I promise, you would recognize my faith
I wanna show you, how I've grown in this place
In this place, I'm not alone and I know I'll be okay
But it's always harder, when the winter comes to stay
When I can't help but remember, all the words I'd never say
And it's killing me, that you're not here with me
I'm living happily, but I'm feeling guilty
Oh you won't believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I'll love you faithfully
Everything is taller these days
Or maybe I feel smaller and time rushes away
There's so much I could show you
Oh, the great grandchildren have been laughing like we did when we were young
Oh, I've been laughing like we did when we were young
But it's killing me, that you're not here with me
I'm living happily, but I'm feeling guilty
Oh you won't believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I I'll love you faithfully
Oh, it's killing me, that you're not here with me
I'm living happily, but I'm feeling guilty
Oh you won't believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I I'll love you faithfully
Yeah, it's killing me, that you're not here with me
I'm living happily, but I'm feeling guilty
Oh you won't believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I'll love you faithfully
It's a beautiful song, but the place it seems to come from, that place of holding back and then regretting it, it's such a sad place. I'm so grateful not to be living from that space, and I'm wishing the same for everyone else.
Sweet heart, would you wake up today?
I promise, you would recognize my faith
I wanna show you, how I've grown in this place
In this place, I'm not alone and I know I'll be okay
But it's always harder, when the winter comes to stay
When I can't help but remember, all the words I'd never say
And it's killing me, that you're not here with me
I'm living happily, but I'm feeling guilty
Oh you won't believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I'll love you faithfully
Everything is taller these days
Or maybe I feel smaller and time rushes away
There's so much I could show you
Oh, the great grandchildren have been laughing like we did when we were young
Oh, I've been laughing like we did when we were young
But it's killing me, that you're not here with me
I'm living happily, but I'm feeling guilty
Oh you won't believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I I'll love you faithfully
Oh, it's killing me, that you're not here with me
I'm living happily, but I'm feeling guilty
Oh you won't believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I I'll love you faithfully
Yeah, it's killing me, that you're not here with me
I'm living happily, but I'm feeling guilty
Oh you won't believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I'll love you faithfully
It's a beautiful song, but the place it seems to come from, that place of holding back and then regretting it, it's such a sad place. I'm so grateful not to be living from that space, and I'm wishing the same for everyone else.
Sunday, February 5, 2017
Born This Way
I'm still on the tolerance theme with today's post. I blogged about Lady Gaga not too long ago -- I'm a fan. And I fell in love with her a little bit more as I watched her sing her song about all different kinds of people deserving love to a Superbowl crowd that undoubtedly included a lot of people who find Trump's message of intolerance attractive:
It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
'cause you were born this way, baby
My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
"There's nothing wrong with loving who you are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up girl and you'll go far,
Listen to me when I say"
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way
Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't be a drag ‒ just be a queen [x3]
Don't be!
Give yourself prudence
And love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice your truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth
A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-I-M (Hey hey hey)
I love my life I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah (Love needs faith)
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're Lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied, or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'cause baby you were born this way
No matter gay, straight, or bi,
Lesbian, transgendered life,
I'm on the right track baby,
I was born to survive.
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made,
I'm on the right track baby,
I was born to be brave.
I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way hey!
Same DNA, but born this way.
Same DNA, but born this way.
Thank you, Lady Gaga, for being part of the resistance, and for preaching tolerance. You had a whole lot of people listening...
It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
'cause you were born this way, baby
My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
"There's nothing wrong with loving who you are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up girl and you'll go far,
Listen to me when I say"
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way
Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't be a drag ‒ just be a queen [x3]
Don't be!
Give yourself prudence
And love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice your truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth
A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-I-M (Hey hey hey)
I love my life I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah (Love needs faith)
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're Lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied, or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'cause baby you were born this way
No matter gay, straight, or bi,
Lesbian, transgendered life,
I'm on the right track baby,
I was born to survive.
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made,
I'm on the right track baby,
I was born to be brave.
I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way hey!
Same DNA, but born this way.
Same DNA, but born this way.
Thank you, Lady Gaga, for being part of the resistance, and for preaching tolerance. You had a whole lot of people listening...
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Long Long Time
Heard this oldie this weekend, and I bet you can guess what I thought:
Love will abide, take things in stride
Sounds like good advice but there's no one at my side
And time washes clean love's wounds unseen
That's what someone told me but I don't know what it means.
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time
Caught in my fears
Blinking back the tears
I can't say you hurt me when you never let me near
And I never drew one response from you
All the while you fell all over girls you never knew
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think it's gonna hurt me for a long long time
Wait for the day
You'll go away
Knowing that you warned me of the price I'd have to pay
And life's full of flaws
Who knows the cause?
Living in the memory of a love that never was
Cause I've done everything I know to try and change your mind
and I think I'm gonna miss you for a long long time
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time.
Damn I'm glad it didn't go this way for me, loving my man but not getting to live my life with him. I feel your pain, Linda, because it looked like this was going to be my life for a while there.
Soooooooooooooooo grateful that we're gonna love each other for a long long time together instead!
Love will abide, take things in stride
Sounds like good advice but there's no one at my side
And time washes clean love's wounds unseen
That's what someone told me but I don't know what it means.
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time
Caught in my fears
Blinking back the tears
I can't say you hurt me when you never let me near
And I never drew one response from you
All the while you fell all over girls you never knew
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think it's gonna hurt me for a long long time
Wait for the day
You'll go away
Knowing that you warned me of the price I'd have to pay
And life's full of flaws
Who knows the cause?
Living in the memory of a love that never was
Cause I've done everything I know to try and change your mind
and I think I'm gonna miss you for a long long time
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time.
Damn I'm glad it didn't go this way for me, loving my man but not getting to live my life with him. I feel your pain, Linda, because it looked like this was going to be my life for a while there.
Soooooooooooooooo grateful that we're gonna love each other for a long long time together instead!
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