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intertribal) wrote2008-11-02 11:07 pm
intertribal) wrote2008-11-02 11:07 pm
songs about america
Went to see W. again with my mom today. I really love that movie, as it turns out. I got this theory about the benefits and fun of objectifying powerful people, but who knows.
I'm anxious about the election. I'm convinced something awful will happen with the voting. I know that whatever happens isn't the end of the world, but I agree with The Economist's endorsement (and when do I ever agree with The Economist?):
"The Economist does not have a vote, but if it did, it would cast it for Mr Obama. We do so wholeheartedly: the Democratic candidate has clearly shown that he offers the better chance of restoring America’s self-confidence. But we acknowledge it is a gamble. Given Mr Obama’s inexperience, the lack of clarity about some of his beliefs and the prospect of a stridently Democratic Congress, voting for him is a risk. Yet it is one America should take, given the steep road ahead."
"So Mr Obama in that respect is a gamble. But the same goes for Mr McCain on at least as many counts, not least the possibility of President Palin. And this cannot be another election where the choice is based merely on fear. In terms of painting a brighter future for America and the world, Mr Obama has produced the more compelling and detailed portrait."
from the brightest star comes the blackest hole
you had so much to offer, why did you offer your soul?
would you deny for others what you demand for yourself?
[cool down, mama - cool off]
you speak of signs and wonders, I need something other
I would believe, if I was able, but I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
you were pretty as a picture - it was all there to see
then your face caught up with your psychology
with a mouthful of teeth, you ate all your friends
and you broke every heart thinking every heart mends
- U2: "Crumbs From Your Table"
I traded fame for love, without a second thought
it all became a silly game - some things cannot be bought
I got exactly what I asked for, wanted it so badly
running, rushing back for more - I suffered fools so gladly
and now I find I've changed my mind
traveled round the world looking for a home
I found myself in crowded rooms, feeling so alone
I had so many lovers who settled for the thrill of basking in my spotlight
I never felt so happy
famous faces, far-off places, trinkets I can buy
no handsome stranger, heady danger, drug that I can try
no ferris wheel, no heart to steal, no laughter in the dark
no one night stand, no far-off land, no fire that I can spark
- Madonna: "Substitute for Love"
I'm anxious about the election. I'm convinced something awful will happen with the voting. I know that whatever happens isn't the end of the world, but I agree with The Economist's endorsement (and when do I ever agree with The Economist?):
"The Economist does not have a vote, but if it did, it would cast it for Mr Obama. We do so wholeheartedly: the Democratic candidate has clearly shown that he offers the better chance of restoring America’s self-confidence. But we acknowledge it is a gamble. Given Mr Obama’s inexperience, the lack of clarity about some of his beliefs and the prospect of a stridently Democratic Congress, voting for him is a risk. Yet it is one America should take, given the steep road ahead."
"So Mr Obama in that respect is a gamble. But the same goes for Mr McCain on at least as many counts, not least the possibility of President Palin. And this cannot be another election where the choice is based merely on fear. In terms of painting a brighter future for America and the world, Mr Obama has produced the more compelling and detailed portrait."
from the brightest star comes the blackest hole
you had so much to offer, why did you offer your soul?
would you deny for others what you demand for yourself?
[cool down, mama - cool off]
you speak of signs and wonders, I need something other
I would believe, if I was able, but I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
you were pretty as a picture - it was all there to see
then your face caught up with your psychology
with a mouthful of teeth, you ate all your friends
and you broke every heart thinking every heart mends
- U2: "Crumbs From Your Table"
I traded fame for love, without a second thought
it all became a silly game - some things cannot be bought
I got exactly what I asked for, wanted it so badly
running, rushing back for more - I suffered fools so gladly
and now I find I've changed my mind
traveled round the world looking for a home
I found myself in crowded rooms, feeling so alone
I had so many lovers who settled for the thrill of basking in my spotlight
I never felt so happy
famous faces, far-off places, trinkets I can buy
no handsome stranger, heady danger, drug that I can try
no ferris wheel, no heart to steal, no laughter in the dark
no one night stand, no far-off land, no fire that I can spark
- Madonna: "Substitute for Love"