Give thanks / to the silence
It gives birth / to sound
and if you listen / to isolation
new things / can be found
Some are simple
Some are quiet / some are loud
Some are complicated timbres / you can't make with your mouth
And armed with nothing but a microphone
You set off into this lonely world,
to find...
Your own beautiful sound
Wonderful frequency / we all can see
The tones, colorful notes
Flying off your tongue, into the atmosphere
My golden haired 2 year old stops singing her rendition of Rudolf the rednose reindeer to inform my mother that Santa did in fact not say "rudolf with your nose so bright", "but Santa didn't say that" she states matter of factly with her pig tails bopping from side to side. She points to the miniature Santa toy beside her at the exact moment that she uses the word 'santa' and tells us that "Santa says Ho Ho Ho". i can only imagine my mother smiling from behind the camera at her granddaughter as she expertly gets her to continue with her song and forget the lyrical infraction my mother had just guided her into.
- i had forgotten so many things about my own daughter. in the busy rush of my life with work and other meaningless trivial duties- i had forgotten that my daughter survived on the crusts of many baby quiches for a better part of a year when she was 2.5-3yrs old.
- I had forgotten that she had beautiful long long hair that took forever to brush each morning and even longer to put up in braids, pony tails and other elaborate and cute hair do's.
- I had forgotten that she called 'balloons' , "bamboons" all the time and that each and every time she said it, I would smile on the inside and the outside.
- I had forgotten that she was determined and willfull as a young child and would not hesitate to tell you that you were wrong even when she was 2 years old.
- I had forgotten how incredibly sweet and loving she was, even back then, giving everyone hugs goodbye and saying thank you after opening presents.
- i had forgotten how much she loved loved loved to jump in bounce houses or jump on beds or jump anywhere for that matter as jumping was only second to Spinning- which she in her budding vocabulary would call "Pinning" before she could pronounce "s's" properly.
- I forgot how often I used to change my hair color and that it really did look quite awful before i started going to pay somebody at a salon to do it.
- And lastly, one that was completely wiped from my memory was her 2nd Halloween costume of Tinky Winky from the Telly Tubbies (she was the purple one) and i was a punk rocker (dug out an old leather jacket and combat boots, dyed my hair blood red and called it a costume)- the images are so polar opposites and so adorable that my heart just melts.
i finished all the lyrics
when your brother's breath start turnin into sighs
do you reach down in your gut... try to unfurl
all the knots that got you twisted up inside?
in jealousy there is no compassion
for someone who symbolizes your lost pride
but sit back -- realize that there's no difference
we all want love to make the pain subside
when i hear you crying next to me
the tinge of vengence starts to sink
under the weight of my pity
surrender comes with sorry's calvary
oh we're tinkering
we've got work to do
far from perfect
you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours
and we'll find out our true worth
your feelings pulled in all directions
go from laughing to crying so free
your grandpa says that "grievin's for the selfish"
then share your sorrows with my family
sometimes you just have to tell the story
rush of screams and cracking metal
as you stumble and choke your way through it
we'll wait it out and listen till you get well
the next time i hear you next to me
i'll read you a book or two
of greek gods and fools and tragedy
i hope you dont mind my stuttering
oh we're tinkering
we've got work to do
far from perfect
you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours
and we'll find out our true worth
oh we're tinkering
put some new pieces in place
i'll teach you about the country
and you can show me all of the city
i made this sketch, and i combined random techno hip hop into a cheesy acoustic alternative song.
guess i was really bored.
you find out what you're worth in the stillness
when your brother's breath starts turning into sighs
do you reach down in your gut, try to unfurl
all the knots that got you twisted up inside?
in jealousy there is no compassion
for someone who symbolizes your lost pride
but sit back realize there's no difference
we all want love to make the pain subside
the next time i hear you next to me
i'll read you a book or two
of greek gods and fools and tragedy
i hope you dont mind my stuttering
OH we're tinkering
we've got work to do
far from perfect you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours
and we'll find our true worth
crushing on something new.
Here comes a man
They find out what he is
Draw diagrams
Jot down his color in some book
[They separate him, segregate him
Deny him what he knows and thinks he gets] (x2)
Let's ask them
[How's it feel to be measured, ranked,
Boxed and labeled by big brains?
How's it feel to have scientists,
Tell you who you are?] (x2)
CHORUS
Skulls, Skulls, Skulls, Skulls
No they won't
Tell you who you are
The skulls, skulls, skulls, skulls
No they won't
Tell us who we are
Now's the time
To redefine
Equal rights
For just one kind
You know...
[They didn't write this thing for colored men/you woman
So rethink what you know and what you get] (x2)
[What's it mean to be a citizen
Fighting tribes and broken men
While keeping all your neighbors/brothers on your side?] (x2)
CHORUS
