Thursday, January 29, 2009

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I'm glad it's foggy todaythe perfect timesit around a long cherry conference tablestare at the pale projectionsthere's nothing to seebut it's so damned importantWhat do we think?About student motivation?Are they allowed...to be unmotivated?We could be standing in the line of sightof those eyeswatching us fumble for coherence"I can't understand the test"no one caresI can do something betterwith my time (I think)than complain about the TV programsthat we all know by name(apparently destroying our culture)Not a panacea, not a magic bulletjust a guide -he said- a guideBreathing will now be classifiedas a habit...NO...addictionan oxygenated drug boostyou'll have it due tonew technological advancesI wouldn't question these things"Did you know," he asks,"that the brain is like an onion?"I say: when you slice it openit makes you cryand tells you howto get revengeor feign forgivenesspeel back the layersthere's nothing but whitejust like a blank pagewith nothing but orderssorted by passionfiltered by nothing

Friday, January 16, 2009

I love these lyrics

When I was younger
I used to go and tip cows for fun, yeah
Actually I didn't do that
'Cos I didn't want the cow to be sad
But some of my friends did
They were all just a little bit wicked
They'd blow up mail boxes
With a baseball bat Go for direct hits
I know how to win you can forget it
They throw rotten eggs into traffic
Toilet paper the fences Throw the tables, chairs, and the benches
After practice
Sometimes we would break into mad fits
Causin' damage (Burnin' amplifiers and mic stands)

Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous

I've got a confession
That I will make if you will listen
Late in the nighttimes
We'd drive around with hairspray and sharp knives
Lookin' for road kills
Lightin' things on fire for cheap thrills
Stab the corpses And lick the knives like we're evil forces
Hockey games on frozen ponds No safety pads were ever put on
Drivin' home on country roads
Sixty-five in a twenty-five zone
In my parents Tercel
How did we survive so well
Throw the keys and the wheel locked up
I almost killed every one of us

Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous

There must be A guardian angel
Or some kind of destiny we have
'Cos we should have died
A long time ago
The way that we were livin' in our paths
What will we say when our kids come to us
And ask, with a smile on their face,
"Hey Dad, my friend's got some new ninja swords!
Is it cool if we slash up his place?"
Hey Hey Hey ("Is it cool if we slash up his place?")

And get dangerous Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous