Category: TMBG
We can’t be silenced ‘cuz THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS and what are we gonna do unless they are?
It’s not my birthday
“How can I be privileged if sometimes I feel sad?”
I saw a feminist cartoon satirizing the conceit of cis white male privilege that said this. Even though I consider myself to be multi-racial, I understand how I read to most. Because of the color of my skin and the understated nature of my epicanthic folds, mentioning the tribulations in life is prohibited, or are disfavored in this time and place. Society commands me:
“Shut up and count your blessings”
that’s generally good advice anyhow.
They are many. My children are healthy and doing well. My fiancee is smart, powerful, beautiful, and loves me. I have my health.
So I won’t complain. Nevertheless, at some point in our lives, getting older is no longer a celebration, it’s a source of bemusement… Until you are so old that it’s a celebration again. Isn’t this sentiment universal? Can’t we all agree that wary melancholy is okay?
No? Shut up? Okay… Lyrics:
Well the rain falls down without my help I’m afraid
And my lawn gets wet though I’ve withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I’ll be hanging from the hope
That I’ll never see that recipe again
And my lawn gets wet though I’ve withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I’ll be hanging from the hope
That I’ll never see that recipe again
As I walk, I think about a new way to walk
As I think, I’m using up the time left to think
And this train keep rolling off the track
Trying to act like something else
Trying to go where it’s been uninvited
As I think, I’m using up the time left to think
And this train keep rolling off the track
Trying to act like something else
Trying to go where it’s been uninvited
It’s not my birthday
It’s not today
It’s not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, “Never more will be around”
Though I’ll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I’m not the only dust my mother raised
It’s not today
It’s not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, “Never more will be around”
Though I’ll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I’m not the only dust my mother raised
So, I’m rattling the bars around this drink tank
Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely
But there’d be no percentage, and there’d be no proof
And the sound upon the roof is only water
Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely
But there’d be no percentage, and there’d be no proof
And the sound upon the roof is only water
And the rain falls down without my help I’m afraid
And my lawn gets wet though I’ve withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I’ll be hanging from the hope
That I’ll never see that recipe again
And my lawn gets wet though I’ve withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I’ll be hanging from the hope
That I’ll never see that recipe again
It’s not my birthday
It’s not today
It’s not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, “Never more will be around”
Though I’ll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I’m not the only dust my mother raised
I am not the only dust my mother raised
It’s not today
It’s not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, “Never more will be around”
Though I’ll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I’m not the only dust my mother raised
I am not the only dust my mother raised
My kind of trees
If you see a Christmas tree or a stack
Of newspapers or a 2 by 4 frame of a house
It’s probably made from pine trees and pine trees
Are conifers, that’s what this song is about
It turns out that no place is totally easy to live, and this is no exception. Days are dark. People are uncomfortable in their own skin. And there is a economic boom for some, which makes it expensive for all others. Breaking through to success is not easy, and it hasn’t really happened yet for me.
But there is beauty in this world and in this part of the world, the beauty is all around in the sky and the trees. There are so many tall conifers. They are just incredible.
I got a noble fir for Christmas. It smells great. It may be the best Christmas tree I have ever had.
As the dark and eerie night looms and threatens to close in around me, I realize that better days need not only be ahead. Beautiful things are here now. I must appreciate them, and continue…
...All my darkest hours talking like this... 
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