Another Futile Ostentation

Another Futile Ostentation
A narcissistic outlet to express my opinions on things that matter little in the grand scheme. Meant as a companion piece to the other blog I post to, but whose readers may not have the desire to hear my thoughts on such matters as music, sports, and philosophy.

Monday, February 21, 2005

Some Sage Francis

In honour of my having purchased tickets to next weeks Sage Francis show in Seattle, I figured I would drop some of his lyrics on my poor unsuspecting readers. This was the song that got me interested in him. It's not often that you hear lyrics that are quite so personal from a hiphop artist. Anyways, here goes:

Inherited Scars by Sage Francis

"i want to show you something," she said. as if i had built up
enough trust in her to the point where she could show me the
type of thing that she had first introduced by saying she wanted to
show it instead of just showing it. like "look", and i was like
"i don't feel like looking." like the uninterested type. so i
say, "alright, show that shit." but a little bit more
respect and reservation. it was my sister for christ sake. now
i'm waiting for a follow-up line. there usually always is to
statements like, "i want to show you something." kind of runs in the
same vein as statements like, "you can't tell anyone." and then promises are
made, secrets are kept.

i ain't tell anyone about what i seen or heard that day, and mums the word still.
i'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile.
hurdles are getting knocked down, i'm running a losing race.
your legs aren't the only ones marked up. how many dreams have you chased?
if i could have said this to your face, maybe you wouldn't have to write like i do,
except i use paper instead of my body now, it's something you might want to try too.
from haikus to horror stories, it's something in our blood that we share,
something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there.
my facial expression said i didn't care.
hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared,
sitting on stairs when i would bother to bring my skates.
my feeble attempt at being a strong, big brother, doing father figure 8's.
ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on.
tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song.
listen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone,
but what's with the choice of words? and the body parts that you decided to tag them on?
i'm a bagabond who moved to modern day babylon and then back again,
with minimal contact, you know i can't ask your mom what's happening.
you've got such beautiful gifts, what are you doing ruining the packaging?
how ironic, come to think, i probably put this ink on my back for him.
i want you to laugh and sing more,
you dropped anchor in a place where dreams go to die and you're keeping your ass indoors.
i'm asking for you to stick it out and see things through.
you're asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you.
just between me and you, just between me and you, just between me and you.
so that's what i'mma do, just between me and you, and wait for my cue.

chorus:
if i could have been there from the beginning, if i could be there right now,
if i could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?
how would your body be different if i still dropped by for visits?
is it my place to put a smile on your face?
could i erase your body language telling you it's all been said before?
or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?
i'd add them to my collection while smiling.
next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas, use my skin.
if i could have been there from the beginning, if i could be there right now,
if i could promise to be there when you need me, when you need me, when you need me, give me a shout.

hiding your sins well, i see the hell that your limbs speak.
tongue in cheek, lying awake in bed while other kids sleep.
the strength of evil begins to keep your grins weak.
no matter the length of a needle, marking up one's body is so much more than skin deep.
feel the pin prick, the grim reep what they sew and you're trained to say that you're fine.
your thresh hold for pain is greater than mine.
so i'm waiting in the lines that you give me, patiently,
while you get cut in the lines that they make you wait in, ways that they can't see.
if there's a vacancy, as far as room in your life goes,
say it to me. and don't do it with a knife under your clothes.
because the anguish of hidden skin, is letting my ghosts be shown,
plus the language it's written in, hits especially close to home.
i'm most alone when i'm out of touch with the people who feel this type of pain.
you might just aim for a day that it's raining, to strike a vein to take my name in.
changing your uniform and altering your mind set.
has your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet?, i bet.
i know the dialect, it's nowhere i haven't been before,
with skin that's sore. battle scars that rise from our inner war,
are decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritance,
and it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence, proving the pain and hurt is relative.
all this pain and hurt is relative, all this pain and hurt is relative.

posted by Irrational # 9:39 AM

Sunday, February 20, 2005

The whole Gannon/Guckart Affair

I'm not really sure what to make of the whole thing. On one hand it's nice to see some hypocritical rightwing conservative get busted for running gay porn and having been a male escort. But on the other hand, it's a little hypocritical of the left bloggosphere to turn that aspect of his life into one big joke. We are talking about the Dem's here, the so-called party of compassion. It's a little bit over-the-top, verging on hypocritical. It's one thing to point out his hypocrisy, it's another to really dwell on it, and focus on his COCK.

posted by Irrational # 12:45 PM

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Jam Jam Jammy Jam Jam, Jam!

HAHA been a long, and stressful few weeks. Are things sorted yet? Probably not. That's ok. I'm edgy and antsy right now. I can't locate the cause. Maybe I should have posted this in my LJ, natch. LOLOLOL anyhoo...

Point of order: New Toy. I call him Felix. Iriver calls him the HP120 and he holds 20Gb of musicy goodness. Matches my other new toy the 200GBHdd that I upgraded to last month. Now I NEED MORE MUSIC. Suggestions?

Thesis work slow. Motivation hard to find. So many problems and issues to deal with. GAH! Narrowing topic down. Should probably talk to my supervisor and see what he thinks. Yeah good idea.

Stopped smoking. Probably for the best. (Don't be fooled. I've never been 'a smoker' in the normal sense but I occasionally have one while I drink.) This makes Corinne uncomfortable, and probably doesn't do me any good healthwize. Could also lead me into addiction, which would be bad and expensive. I expect I have the self-control, but that's what they all say, right? (But those darn stupid.ca ads make me want to start HARDCORE! awful. what were they thinking? It's like those anti-drinking ads that make me want to drink so much.....thank god cable is gone. phew.)

Had a sick weekend. Not sick in the teenage "cool" sense of the word, but actually ill. Puked and Shat my living guts out. It was really sucky. Feeling better now, with some left over aches.

Props to Hartell for the tix to the Bloc Party. THey are gonna be huge. Pitchfork and Stylus both gave the wicked reviews, and ineveitably NME will call them something like 'the band so good the universe will come to an end' because they are allabout the hyperbole. They called Dillinger Escape Plan, 'Incontrovertibly, the best band the world has ever seen.' or something like that. HOw do you top yourself when you write a review like that?

Saw Ong Bak. It was awesome. Muay Thai is hardcore. No nonsense. Shis and elbows. Tony Jaa is hard as fuck, despite looking kinda emo. I kept expecting to go all Rocky-Oh and scream BASTARD!!!!!!!!!! all the time.

Excelsior. (spelling?)

posted by Irrational # 8:23 PM