Day Three: My three favorite songs

I missed yesterday. I live in Nebraska and was busy watching out for storms/90mph winds/baseball sized hail/tornados/etc.  Luckily, all is well where I live.  I still edit my free writes.  OOPS.  Anyways, I will try to come back to yesterday’s assignment sometime soon!

My three favorite songs.  As a music major (Vocal Performance) this is basically impossible.  So I am going to write about the first three of my favorite songs that pop into my head.

Right now I love Macklemore and Ryan Lewis’ “Same Love”.  It speaks volumes to me and everything I believe in.  I’ve grown up in a community (the performing arts) and family where all people are accepted.  We are all EQUAL.  It is something I am VERY passionate about.  The LGBTQ community deserves the same rights and respect as anyone else WITHOUT question.  In my opinion, equal rights should not be an issue, they should just BE.  There is too much hate and anger and negativity, how could someone discourage or be mad about more love in the world?  I just don’t get the discrimination.

 

My last song leads me to my next song, “You’ve got to be carefully taught” from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s South Pacific.  It is a song talking about how you have to be TAUGHT to hate and fear others.  Again, this rings true with me.  Hate is something that I was not taught, and therefore I do not understand it.  

 

And my third favorite song, John Legend’s “All of Me”.  My boyfriend and I had been trying to figure out what our “song” was since we started dating.  I was going through a period where I was having horrible mood swings. I would go from happy to crying to angry… etc.  He took me by the arms one day when I was having an “episode” (because I don’t know what else to call it) and said “I don’t care if you’re happy or sad or angry with me and yelling or WHAT you are, I love YOU, no matter what, all the time.”  Or something along those lines.  I know, how lucky am I??  A couple of days later (and MONTHS before it ever played on the radio) he sent me this song and said “Babe, I think I’ve found OUR song.”  And it was perfect.  And I know EXACTLY how lucky I am to have him.  He makes me laugh every day, and after a year and a half I get more and more excited every day to come home and see him after work.  I’m quite the lucky gal.

 

Times up!  Posting the lyrics of my songs below.

 

“Same Love”

(with Ryan Lewis)
(feat. Mary Lambert)

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay,
‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-k, trippin’.”
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league.”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing God, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And “God loves all his children” is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
“Man, that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we’re saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don’t have acceptance for ’em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser
It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that’s not important
No freedom ’til we’re equal, damn right I support it

(I don’t know)

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

We press play, don’t press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
‘Til the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking ’round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever God you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it’s all the same love
About time that we raised up… sex

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind

 

You’ve got to be carefully taught

Cable:
You’ve got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You’ve got to be taught
From year to year,
It’s got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You’ve got to be carefully taught.

You’ve got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff’rent shade,
You’ve got to be carefully taught.

You’ve got to be taught before it’s too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You’ve got to be carefully taught! 

 

 

John Legend “All Of Me” lyrics
[Verse]
What would I do without your smart mouth
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down
What’s going on in that beautiful mind
I’m your magical mystery ride
And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright

[Bridge]
My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fine
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

[Hook]
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
‘Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

[Verse]
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you’re crying you’re beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I’m around through every mood
You’re my downfall, you’re my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can’t stop singing, it’s ringing, in my head for you

[Bridge]
My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fine
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

[Hook]
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
‘Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it’s hard

[Hook]
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
‘Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

Source:http://www.directlyrics.com/john-legend-all-of-me-lyrics.html

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Writing 101, Day One: Unlock the Mind

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20 minutes of free writing.  I literally had to set a timer, because without one I would be distracted and off doing who knows what in about 2 minutes.  I am still not sure how I want to focus my blog, mostly I just feel like, as an “ordinary” person, I have experienced quite a few things in life that others can relate to.  I have also noticed that it is easier for me to deal with these things by reading the experiences of others, and knowing that I’m not alone.  I want to share my life; my trials, fears, passion, joy, and my thoughts in hopes that it will provide at least a couple of minutes worth of distracting reading material during someone’s boring work day, and at best to find kindred spirits… to provide solace to those who have faced hard times and maybe need a little bit of encouragement to keep on smiling.  I’ve never written in any sort of public forum before, so please excuse me if I lack a certain degree of finesse in my writing.  

I thought I would take today’s assignment to another personal level.  Publishing free writing will make a lot of us feel horribly exposed.  I decided to also post a snap shot of myself this morning, as something I struggle with and intend to write about is my tarnished self image.  I look at that photo of myself, tired eyed with no make-up on this early Monday morning, and these are the first things I notice:  My nose looks big, my teeth look crooked, my hair looks poofy, you can see the start of my double chin, the list could go ON and ON.  I’ve struggled with this my entire life.  The first things I see when I look at myself tend to be what I see as the “bad” things.  Big cheeks.  Arm flab.  OMG did I gain three pounds?!  Is my butt saggy?  Do my teeth look yellow?  I should have NEVER cut my hair.  GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK, SELF!  I feel like a lot of us focus so much on what we believe is wrong with ourselves, that we don’t stop to look at what is RIGHT.  I am trying really hard to start to focus on the good.  I’ve struggled with an eating disorder for quite a while.  I’ve been doing MUCH better lately.  But I feel like it’s a day to day change from “I feel great, I can eat what I want when I want and still be beautiful” to carefully calculating EVERYTHING that I put into my mouth while thinking horrible things about myself.  I’ve been lucky enough to establish some very strong relationships with some incredible people who help me feel good about myself, who help me with that daily struggle.  

I am not a morning person.  Every once in a while I will have that great morning where I jump out of bed, ready for the day, but most of the time that is NOT me.  Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been a theatre person, oh, I don’t know, forever?  Late night rehearsals lead to the never ending want to sleep in.  I also work in a job where I have to be at work between 8:00 and 8:30.  I get to work, and all I want to do is lock myself in my office with a huge cup of coffee for at least an hour (preferably 2).  I get to work and attempt to plaster something that resembles a smile on my face and say “Good morning” to everyone I pass till I can make it to my office and start sipping (or guzzling) that morning cup of my sweet, sweet addiction.  Did I mention that my boss IS a morning person?  Well, this week, thanks to Interstitial Cystitis and my Doctor’s recommendations, I am trying to give up coffee for green tea.  It’s 11:50 on Monday morning, and I have not yet had a drop of coffee.  The usual morning haze is taking quite a bit longer than usual to wear off.  AAANNNNDD my 20 minutes is up.  

First Entry

Hello there! Let me take a second to introduce myself… My name is Megan and I’ve NEVER written a blog entry before.  I am a 26 year old girl (woman?) who lives a fairly ordinary, and extremely wonderful life.  I live in a beautiful apartment, drive a nice and dependable vehicle, have a full time job, an incredible family, great friends, and I’m in love with a wonderful man.  Basically, I have quite a bit to be thankful for! I’ve also faced some hard times… but I’m sure you’ll hear more about those later.  I’ve always been shy, and have found that it is much easier to express myself through writing than through conversation.  I thought about starting (another) journal, and then I thought… wouldn’t it be nice to journal and actually get some feedback?  Maybe other people are struggling with the same things that I’ve been through.  Maybe I could help someone.  Maybe someone could help me.  So I’ve decided to officially join the world of bloggers.  There is no real rhyme or reason to this particular blog… Just me writing about life: past, present and future.  Perhaps someone out there will find it interesting!