Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Sometimes I want to say something...

and don't know how to express my feelings.
And then I hear a song that says it exactly.
I purchased Linkin Park's Minutes to Midnight this past week. I'm a fan of some pretty dark sounding music - not sure why I like it - I just do. Anyhoo... I was listening in the car while I drove to Shelby, NC for work and track 7 just really hit me hard. I had tears come to my eyes as I listened because it explained all that I've felt about our nation's current situation with the military and the war. All that I've not been able to explain, all that I have tried to explain that only made others mad was encompassed in 2 verses. It was refreshing to know that someone out there was feeling the same and angry too at the situation.

Here are the lyrics (FYI - the f- word is used a few times) :

Hands Held High by Linkin Park

turn my mic up louder i got to say something

lightweights step it aside when we come in

feel it in your chest/the syllables get pumping

people on the street they panic and start running

words on loose leaf sheet complete coming

i jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i'm dumping

healing the blind i promise to let the sun in

sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and

jump when they tell us they want to see jumping

fuck that/i wanna see some fists pumping

risk something/take back what's yours

say something you know they might attack you for

cause i'm sick of being treated like i have before

like it's stupid standing for what i'm standing for

like this war's really just a new brand of war

like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon the poor

like they understand you in the back of the jet/when you

can't put gas in your tank/and these fuckers are laughing

their way to the bank/cashing the check

asking you to have compassion/have respect

for a leader so nervous in an obvious way

stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day

in their living room laughing like

what did he say?

in my living room watching/i am not laughing/'cause

when it gets tense i know what might happen

the world is cold/the bold men make action

have to react or get blown into fractions

ten years old/it's something to see/another

kid my age drug under a jeep

taken and bound/and found later under a tree

i wonder if he had thought the next one could be me

do you see/the soldiers/they're out today they

brush the dust from bulletproof vests away

it's ironic/at times like this you pray

but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday

there's bombs in the busses/bikes/roads

inside your market/your shops/your clothes/my dad

he's got a lot of fear i know

but enough pride inside not to let that show

my brother had a book he would hold with pride

a little red cover with a broken spine

on the back/he had wrote a quote inside:

"when the rich wage war it's the poor who die"

and meanwhile/the leader just talks away

stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

the rest of the world watching at the end of the day

both scared and angry like

what did he say?

with hands held high into a sky so blue

as the ocean opens up to swallow you