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“ Never really heard much about teal-and-purple gangs terrorizing residential communities. You know why? It’s impossible to be in a bad mood when you are wearing teal and purple, especially when that teal and purple manifests itself in a Hornets Starter jacket.”
I have been listening to this song by Childish Gambino (Donald Glover from Community) since February, and I still get pumped every time I hear it. This might be the song to beat of 2011. The beat is cold, the flow is tight, the one liners are amazing, beautiful.
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A lot of people don’t like hardcore music, which I can understand. The Chariot is probably not the best band to get them to change their minds, but I must say, the ending of this song gives me absolute chills everytime, and I dare you to listen to the end and read these words and feel the power that this type of music can have.
Lyrics starting at 1:44
Calm rose: violent wind
The only “surrender” tonight, shall not be our own
They cannot escape, one if by land, two if by sea
I saved my money, but it can’t save me
And maybe there is blood from the past, but that is not from me
They can take away one man, and they can take away his mic
But they cannot take us all
No, they can’t dig a hole the right size to fit all of our dreams
They can’t bury me, they can’t bury me
We can’t hope that somebody else take our place
No, we can’t hope that somebody else take our place
May the history book read of all of our names
Be it blood, be it ink, but at least we were free
This is only but a fraction of what I’ve got to say
It must be said, it must be sad
If I leave this earth tonight may it be said that I spoke my peace
I spoke with the wrath of his grace
Calm rose: come violent wind
Oh we stand hand in hand and we walk without fear
This is a revolution
Macklemore ft Ryan Lewis - Otherside
This is one of the most beautiful, heartbreaking songs I have heard in a while.
A little backstory for you..
If you listen to any southern rap, you will often hear about syrup, drank, or sizzurp. This refers to cough syrup with codeine in it, and is the preferred drink for many rappers. Lil Wayne has an addiction to the stuff, and I’m sure he’s not the only one.
A while back, a rapper named Pimp C was found dead in his hotel room, and the cause of death was determined to be an overdose of this potent drink.
Macklemore juxtaposes his own drug struggles with the story of Pimp C to create an sobering, brutally authentic anti-drug message, It crushes me. Listen to it even if you hate rap. You may enjoy it.
New years are good times to reevaluate things and get your life refreshed. (i.e. good times to stop playing Halo so much and spending hours setting your fantasy football lineup and start working out, reading, and writing).
Here are some of my goals for the year..
What are yours?
Title: When You Are Engulfed in Flames Author: David Sedaris Genre: Humor/Memoirs Date Completed: 8-3 Synopsis: A collection of Sedaris memoirs on family, cigarettes, art, and crazy neighbors. Thoughts: I’ve always heard that David Sedaris is hilarous, and after seeing a critic refer to him as the Mark Twain of our generation, I had to read one of his books. I loved the book, and found it was extremely easy to read and full of humor, yet poignant and thought-provoking as well. So often, humorous writing can become mean-spirited or over the top, but Sedaris manages to tell stories in a way that makes the most mundane events in life extremely interesting and relatable. To use an overworn cliche, the book feels like Sedaris is an old friend, and the more you read, the better you get to know him. By the end, you know how he is going to react in situations, and it makes it even better as he describes them. Memorable quotes: “Six months after moving to Paris, i gave up on French school and decided to take the easy way out. All I ever said was “Could you repeat that?” And for what? I rarely understood things the second time around, and when I did it was usually something banal, the speaker wondering how I felt about toast, or telling me that the store would close in twenty minutes. all the work for somethign that didn’t really matter, and so I began saying “D’accord,” which translates to “I am in agreement,” and means, basically, “OK.” The word was a key to a magic door, and every time I said it I felt the thrill of possibility. “D’accord,” I told the concierge, and the next thing I knew I was sewing nthe ey onto a stuffed animal belonging to her granddaughter. “D’accord,” I said to the dentist, and she sent me to the periodontist, who took some X-rays and called me into his conference room for a little talk. “D’accord,” I said, and a week later I returned to his office, where he sliced my gums from top to bottom and scraped great doposits of plaque from the roots of my teeth. I said “D’accord,” to a waiter and received a pigs nose standing erect on a bed of tender greens. I said it to a woman in a department store and walked away drenched in cologne. Every day was an adventure.” Link to Book http://www.amazon.com/When-You-Are-Engulfed-Flames/dp/0316154687/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1284008059&sr=1-1