The Writings on the Wall
Sunday, October 19, 2008
On catharsis
I'm One Stop
From A Breakdown
Two Steps From
Being Safe
Just Try To
See This Through
I'm Three Steps
From This Nightmare
And Four Steps
From The Door
The Rest Is
Up To You
Pardon Me While I
Just Turn My Back
And Walk Away
Pardon Me If I
Can't Listen
To The Things
You Say
Pardon Me If I
Can't Fake It
While You Still Believe
Pardon Me
I'm One Step
From Forgiveness
And Two Steps
From My Grave
We're All Just
Passing Through
Three Steps
From Redemption
Four From The
Devil's Door
On A Path
That Leads To You
Pardon Me While I
Just Turn My Back
And Walk Away
Pardon Me If I
Can't Listen
To The Things
You Say
Pardon Me If I
Can't Fake This
While You Still Believe
Pardon Me
Pardon Me While I
Just Turn My Back
And Walk Away
Pardon Me If I
Can't Listen
To The Things
You Say
Pardon Me If I
Can't Fake It
While You Still Believe
Pardon Me
I'm Two Steps
From Salvation
But I'm Only
Taking One
Pardon Me
Staind - Pardon Me
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
On *the Past*
- (Simba burps off-screen)
- Timon: Whoa! Nice one, Simba.
- Simba: Thanks. Man, I'm stuffed.
- Pumbaa: Me too. I ate like a pig!
- Simba: Pumbaa, you are a pig.
- Pumbaa: Oh. Right.
- (all three sigh loudly)
- Pumbaa: Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
- Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
- Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
- Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up in that big bluish-black thing.
- Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
- Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.
*****
- Pumbaa: What did you do, kid?
- Simba: Something terrible. I don't want to talk about it.
- Timon: Good, we don't wanna hear about it!
- Pumbaa: Come on, Timon. (to Simba) Anything we can do?
- Simba: Not unless you can change the past.
- Pumbaa: (trying to cheer him up) Kid, at times like this, my buddy Timon here says "You gotta put your behind in your past!"--
- Timon: No, no no!
- Pumbaa: I mean, uh--
- Timon: Amateur. Lie down, before you hurt yourself. (to Simba) It's "You gotta put your past behind you." Look, kid, bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?
- Simba: Right.
- Timon: WRONG! "When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world!"
- Simba: Well, that's not what I was taught.
- Timon: Then maybe you need a new lesson...
*****
- Simba: Going back means I'll have to face my past. I've been hiding from it for so long...
- (Rafiki whacks Simba on the head with his stick)
- Simba: OW! Geez, what was that for?!
- Rafiki: It doesn't matter! It's in the past! (chuckles)
- Simba: Yeah, but it still hurts.
- Rafiki: Oh, yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it.
- (Rafiki swings his stick, but Simba ducks)
- Rafiki: Aha! You see? So what are you going to do?
- Simba: Well first, I'm gonna take your stick. (grabs Rafiki's stick)
*****
Saturday, October 11, 2008
On Freedom
How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie – people claim they want to be free – everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's bullshit! People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security…How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?
–– Jim Morrison
Friday, October 3, 2008
On getting mad
I don't have to tell you things are bad.
Everybody knows things are bad.
It's a depression.
Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.'
Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.
All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!'
I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!'
Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!
[Howard Beale||The Network}
Everybody knows things are bad.
It's a depression.
Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.'
Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.
All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!'
I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!'
Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!
[Howard Beale||The Network}
