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October 22, 2002
Hard, Ain’t It Hard
“I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard traveling. I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you. I could hire out to the other side, the big money side, and get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and the ones that make you think you’ve not any sense at all. But I decided a long time ago that I’d starve to death before I’d sing any such songs as that. The radio waves and your movies and your jukeboxes and your songbooks are already loaded down and running over with such no good songs as that anyhow.”
- Woody Guthrie.
Posted by pogo at October 22, 2002 4:58 PM
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“Well it’s been ten years and a thousand tears and look at the mess I’m in
A broken nose and a broken heart, an empty bottle of gin
Well I sit and I pray in my broken down Chevrolet
While I’m singing to myself there’s got to be another way
Take away, take away, take away this ball and chain
I’m lonely and I’m tired and I can’t take any more pain
Take away, take away, never to return again
Take away, take away, take away this ball and chain
Well I’ve searched and I’ve searched to find the perfect life
A brand new car and a brand new suit —- I even got me a little wife
But wherever I have gone I was sure to find myself there
You can run all your life but not go anywhere
[Chorus]
Well I’ll pass the bar on the way to my dingy hotel room
I spent all money been drinking since half past noon
I’ll wake there in the morning or maybe in the county jail
Times are hard getting harder; I’m born to lose and destined to fail”
-Social Distortion
Posted by: seth on October 22, 2002 8:44 PM
“The phone rings in the middle of the night. My father yells “what ya gonna do with your life?” oh daddy dear, you know your still number one, but girls we wanna have fun. oh girls just wanna have fun.”
-Cyndi Lauper
Posted by: Lolita on October 23, 2002 9:30 AM