Your vacation sounds lovely, Schmidti, and I'm glad you passed all your exams, though I'm not at all surprised. My main memory of Paris from when I was 5 was of a huge rat bumping into a wall as it walked along some alley. That was very memorable. The Eiffel tower is nice, too, of course...but it pales in comparison to a gigantic, bumbling rat!
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And now, for today's song lyrics:
After talking with Crash and Freebase in the shout box about what it is like to be in the military, I decided to write an anti-war song in honor of Sept. 11th based partly on their descriptions. I imagined what I thought would happen if
I were to enlist in the military. The song pretty much describes the outcome. Erica + Military probably wouldn't be a love match, shall we say.
As for the song structure, I decided to try following a post-rock blogger's suggestion for post-rock lyrics because it amused me. He said he'd like to hear a song that goes like this: "Intro - verse - prechorus - chorus - bridge - preverse - verse2 - breakdown - drive bus into pit, back bus out of pit - slow part - fast part - chorus."
I'm not sure what "drive bus into pit, back bus out of pit" means, but hopefully I'll figure that out when I put these lyrics to music!
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“
Failure to Adapt,” by Erica
See the soldiers fighting for religion, wealth, and domination
led by leaders seeking peace through violence and intimidation...
I don’t like their rules I’m told to follow.
I don’t like the games they want me to play.
Defeating a foe is a victory hollow.
I just want to get away, get away.
Their rationale lacks any rhyme or reason.
I’m tired of being here, feeling trapped.
I’m not going to stay while they shout in my face.
I already know I’m a clear case of a...
failure to adapt to their tyranny,
failure to adapt to their heavy hands,
failure to adapt to decisions
that fail to adapt to what my conscience demands.
I don’t need counseling!
I don’t need correction!
I don’t need the consequences
they claim are for my protection
because I’m a failure,
because I’m a failure,
because
I’m not going to help create a hierarchy.
I’m not going to be crushed to the ground.
I’m not going to learn to embrace immaturity.
Hatred will never hold me down.
I’m not going to be broken, submissive.
I’m not going to crouch here, feeling trapped.
I’m standing up now and I’m leaving this place
since I already know I’m a clear case of a
failure to adapt, failure to adapt
to living the lie leaders want me to live,
programmed to fight an offensive offensive,
armed like a limb of a mindless machine,
following orders, unsure what they mean.
The walls will not sweat with my perspiration
preparing for war when no war can be won.
I’m exercising my right and my will
not to storm into countries to maim and to kill.
Let them say I’m off base and a shameful disgrace.
I already know I’m a clear case of a
failure to adapt to their tyranny,
failure to adapt to their heavy hands,
failure to adapt to decisions
that fail to adapt to what my conscience demands.
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