4.27.2006
I am loving girl-power-folk-rock right now. A few of my favorite lyrics below:
Dixie Chicks - More Love
...We're afraid to be idle, so we fill up the days. We run on the treadmill, keep slaving away 'til there's no time for talking about trouble in mind. And the doors are all closed between your heart and mine.
Just look out around us: People fighting their wars. They think they'll be happy when they've settled their scores. Let's lay down our weapons that hold us apart. Be still for just a minute, try to open our hearts
More love, I can hear our hearts crying. More love, I know that's all we need. More love, to flow in between us. To take us and hold us and lift us above. If there's ever an answer, it's more love.
Dixie Chicks - Not Ready to Make Nice
...I'm through with doubt: There's nothing left for me to figure out. I've paid a price, And I'll keep paying.
I'm not ready to make nice; I'm not ready to back down. I'm still mad as hell, And I don't have time, to go round and round and round. It's too late to make it right;
I probably wouldn't if I could. 'Cause I'm mad as hell: Can't bring myself, to do what it is you think I should.
I know you said: "Can't you just get over it?" It turned my whole world around, and I kind of like it.
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby, with no regrets, and I don't mind sayin': It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her, daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger. And how in the world can the words that I said, send somebody so over the edge, that they'd write me a letter sayin' that I better, Shut up and sing or my life will be over?
Forgive, sounds good. Forget: I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything, But I'm still waiting.
Pink - Dear Mr. President
...What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say: "You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine."
Let me tell you bout hard work: Minimum wage with a baby on the way. Let me tell you bout hard work: Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away. Let me tell you bout hard work: Building a bed out of a cardboard box. Let me tell you bout hard work: You don't know nothing bout hard work
Dixie Chicks - I Hope
Sunday morning, heard the preacher say, "Thou shall not kill." I don't want to hear nothing else about killing and that its God's will. Cause our children are watching us, they put their trust in us, they're going to be like us. So let's learn from our history and do it differently.
I hope for more love, more joy and laughter. I hope we'll have more than we'll ever need. I hope we'll have more happy ever afters. I hope we can all live more fearlessly. And we can lose all the pain and misery.
Dixie Chicks - More Love
...We're afraid to be idle, so we fill up the days. We run on the treadmill, keep slaving away 'til there's no time for talking about trouble in mind. And the doors are all closed between your heart and mine.
Just look out around us: People fighting their wars. They think they'll be happy when they've settled their scores. Let's lay down our weapons that hold us apart. Be still for just a minute, try to open our hearts
More love, I can hear our hearts crying. More love, I know that's all we need. More love, to flow in between us. To take us and hold us and lift us above. If there's ever an answer, it's more love.
Dixie Chicks - Not Ready to Make Nice
...I'm through with doubt: There's nothing left for me to figure out. I've paid a price, And I'll keep paying.
I'm not ready to make nice; I'm not ready to back down. I'm still mad as hell, And I don't have time, to go round and round and round. It's too late to make it right;
I probably wouldn't if I could. 'Cause I'm mad as hell: Can't bring myself, to do what it is you think I should.
I know you said: "Can't you just get over it?" It turned my whole world around, and I kind of like it.
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby, with no regrets, and I don't mind sayin': It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her, daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger. And how in the world can the words that I said, send somebody so over the edge, that they'd write me a letter sayin' that I better, Shut up and sing or my life will be over?
Forgive, sounds good. Forget: I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything, But I'm still waiting.
Pink - Dear Mr. President
...What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say: "You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine."
Let me tell you bout hard work: Minimum wage with a baby on the way. Let me tell you bout hard work: Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away. Let me tell you bout hard work: Building a bed out of a cardboard box. Let me tell you bout hard work: You don't know nothing bout hard work
Dixie Chicks - I Hope
Sunday morning, heard the preacher say, "Thou shall not kill." I don't want to hear nothing else about killing and that its God's will. Cause our children are watching us, they put their trust in us, they're going to be like us. So let's learn from our history and do it differently.
I hope for more love, more joy and laughter. I hope we'll have more than we'll ever need. I hope we'll have more happy ever afters. I hope we can all live more fearlessly. And we can lose all the pain and misery.