Help save the youth of america
Help save them from themselves
Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys
And the californian girls
When the lights go out in the rest of the world
What do our cousins say
They’re playing in the sun and having fun, fun, fun
Till daddy takes the gun away
From the big church to the big river
And out to the shining sea
This is the land of opportunity
And there’s a monkey trial on tv
A nation with their freezers full
Are dancing in their seats
While outside another nation
Is sleeping in the streets
Don’t tell me the old, old story
Tell me the truth this time
Is the man in the mask or the indian
An enemy or a friend of mine
Help save the youth of america
Help save the youth of the world
Help save the boys in uniform
Their mothers and their faithful girls
Listen to the voice of the soldier
Down in the killing zone
Talking about the cost of living
And the price of bringing him home
They’re already shipping the body bags
Down by the rio grande
But you can fight for democracy at home
And not in some foreign land
And the fate of the great united states
Is entwined in the fate of us all
And the incident at tschernobyl proves
The world we live in is very small
And the cities of europe have burned before
And they may yet burn again
And if they do I hope you understand
That washington will burn with them
Omaha will burn with them
Los alamos will burn with them
Billy Bragg. “Help Save The Youth of America”
When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
A Room With A View, E.M. Forster (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
bought a house today. a condo, actually. it’s adorable. absofuckinglutely adorable. i love it. i love so much about it. i am in love with the fireplace. the hardwood floors. the plaster walls. the original bathroom fixtures. the subway tile in the bathroom. the window in the kitchen that overlooks the church. the location. the walkability to everything. the convenience to the busline.
yet, here i sit. in my bed. sipping vodka and tonic. listening to my dad snore a few rooms down. overwhelmingly terrified and sad.
the terrified i get. i have spent a RIDICULOUS amount of money today. RIDICULOUS. holy cow! that check was big. and then the money i just blew at target on cleaning supplies and champagne flutes.
and the overwhelmed feeling of everything that has to happen in the next few weeks. and then i went to my place and looked at the fact that the drawer with the stove doesn’t sit right on the track. plus the stove is really dirty. and the stuff we found underneath it. i practically threw up in the garbage bag. and the painting. my god the painting. so much painting has to happen.
and then she had to point out the little things that were wrong. and she said i should just buy a new stove. and then i thought of my dad and realized i should have invited him earlier. and i didn’t. and tomorrow night i have plans. so i really should invite him. i also want to ask him if he’ll help me with the locks. because, oh my god, i have to change the locks. and the hook. why the fuck did that woman put a hook outside each door. not on the door. not on the back of the door, but outside the door. is it some strange cultural decision i don’t quite understand. but the hooks all have to go.
as does the cable. that is a ridiculous amount of horribly placed cable. why would you mess with the gorgeousness of the wood molding around the windows. and no. NO. I do not want a tv ever in my bedroom. a bedroom is not a place for a tv. at least not in my world. anyway. the cable. need to deal with that. oh and the locks. and my mail box.
see, i get why i feel terrified. it’s the sad i don’t get. why am i suddenly sad? why, on this day that had me grinning ear to ear, am i fighting back tears?
i have no answer. if you have one – let me know.
until then, i’ll finish my drink and fall asleep reading some book i’m not entirely excited by.
The trouble with my generation is that we all think we’re fucking geniuses. Making something isn’t good enough for us, and neither is selling something, or teaching something, or even just doing something; we have to be something.
A Long Way Down, Nick Hornby (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
The one place where a man ought to get a square deal is in a courtroom, be he any color of the rainbow, but people have a way of carrying their resentments right into a jury box. As you grow older, you’ll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don’t you forget it – whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash.
To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee
(thanks to a twitter friend, i learned it was harper lee’s birthday)
The Dickies – Banana Splits