Tag: Quote

If you’re gonna lose then

might as well lose big then

as always it was always it shall be

do you really love me?

If you promise me you do

I’ll take that job you want me to

and do my best

swear that I can pass this test.

some girl told me last night

she found my rhythms so tight

I swear she only bought me one or two

I told her all about you.

you should try to be more kind.

you know how i need to unwind

when it gets dark

and i wanna see some sparks.

europe’s gonna love me

all in different countries

there is no way that i could turn it down

and, anyway, it’s for us

promise i’ll be home before

that baby’s knocking at the door

ill be right there

to let it in i wont be scared

well if we’re gonna lose then

might as well lose big then

as always it was always it shall be

do you really love me?

do you really love me?

~Eef Barzaley

Listen to Taste by Magik Markers (my first foray into mp3 blogging).

Happy New Year, and to 2007, good fucking riddance.

Only the guy who isn’t rowing has time to rock the boat.

^{Jean-Paul Sartre}

Tonight’s quote comes from one of my favorite songs of the year, “Peyote” by Minnesota rapper Atmosphere.

She goes by the nickname peyote,

Her real name is Iris

Appearance doesn’t matter so I’m not gonna describe it

She was a dancer down at edit this portion

I cant name the spot they don’t merit the promotion

But I been there look like any strip club

Everybody slicked up trying to get they dick sucked

Smoke and mirrors you know fake magic tricks

Like these people didn’t come here just for ass and tits

But this one in particular was popular with midlife ballers

And white collar out of towners

Plus it attracted athletic individuals that came here to play against

The twins and the timber wolves

Safe to say she made the rent good

Twenty years of age a spot up in Kentwood

She had the car, the dog, and the kitchen sink

She had a drug free body didn’t even drink

She had a sister who wouldn’t stop giving her shit

For dropping out of art school to be a stripper

Iris was sick and tired of the questions

But big sis didn’t understand the perspective

She knows her little sister isn’t a slut

But she objectifies herself and contributes to the gluttony

Now here’s Iris stealin’ from the devil to buy some time

To make life something special

Where did you go? When did you fall?

That little one, you all grown up

Oh how they’ve grown, those days are done

Under the gun, now you are dealt

Where did you go? When did you fall?

That little one, you all grown up

Oh how they’ve grown, those days are done

Look at us, who you to judge?

Her oldest sisters name was Jocelyn

Awfully slim, on a diet of bottled water and oxygen

She lives on higher water by the Target

And she dates a photographer, that’s how she started modeling

She ain’t no supermodel, this is Minneap for that you’d have to move to Chicago

Or maybe move LA or NY

Now she does what she does here and she gets by

And her boyfriend gets a little currency

Taking photos for advertising agencies

Now he’s gonna steal from the devil

Stick it to the man, revolutionary rebel

One afternoon after work he went to the strip club

Just to loosen up that shirt

He and a couple job associates are gonna sink them drinks

Like they about to be extinct

Never met his girlfriends little sister

But she recognized him from cell phone pictures

Any other circumstances she’d have hollered

But topless in heels is a little bit awkward

Eventually his friends leave

And when he gets up, she grabs him by the coat sleeve

Too drunk to catch what she said

But he did offer her three hundred on some head, like

Where did you go? When did you fall?

That little one, you all grown up

Oh how they’ve grown, those days are done

Under the gun, now you are dealt

Where did you go? When did you fall?

That little one, you all grown up

Oh how they’ve grown, those days are done

Look at us, who you to judge?

When you do wrong it makes me want to do right

It also cancels out the guilt that makes the load feel light

It also gives some leverage to the morally impaired

So make mistakes for us to hold over your hair

I thought we could all use a bit of a pick-me-up, so here’s some entertaining quotes.  The following are personal ads compiled by the editors of America’s Best Non-Essential Writing 2007.  I find these both to be funny as hell, and also rather insightful into the romantic lives of people today.

American Man, 57.  I just want a girlfriend.  What the hell is going on here?

Angry trollop, 37.  Offers?

Meet the new me.  Like the old me, only less nice after three months without any sexual intercourse.  42 year old fruitcake (F).

Nihilist seeks nothing.

Woman, 43, would like to meet a man – any man – whose evolutionary path isn’t that of Homer Simpson.  Suspecting that’s too difficult, I may go lesbian.

Hello girls of Mumbai and beyond!  I am looking for an obnoxious girlfriend of one week to restore my glee in being single.

So, during the last week, at an undisclosed time and place, I turned 31.

Things I’ve learned since turning 31: Who fucking cares?  Thirty-one is a dull signpost.  None of the sentimentality of turning 30.  None of the whatever I expected being in my thirties would mean when I was younger.  I met a girl who had been on The Real World this week, and she told me that I looked like I was her age.  I have no idea how old she is, but that was quickly forgotten when she got pissed that I had no idea who she was, having not watched MTV in something like a decade.  I can remember discovering The Afghan Whigs when I saw the video for “Conjure Me” on 120 Minutes in high school.  See, I can date myself.

Here are some quotes which speak to me now that I’m 31.

In existing States a fresh law is looked upon as a remedy for evil. Instead of themselves altering what is bad, people begin by demanding a law to alter it. If the road between two villages is impassable, the peasant says, “There should be a law about parish roads.” If a park-keeper takes advantage of the want of spirit in those who follow him with servile obedience and insults one of them, the insulted man says, “There should be a law to enjoin more politeness upon the park-keepers.” If there is stagnation in agriculture or commerce, the husbandman, cattle-breeder, or corn- speculator argues, “It is protective legislation which we require.” Down to the old clothesman there is not one who does not demand a law to protect his own little trade. If the employer lowers wages or increases the hours of labor, the politician in embryo explains, “We must have a law to put all that to rights.” In short, a law everywhere and for everything! A law about fashions, a law about mad dogs, a law about virtue, a law to put a stop to all the vices and all the evils which result from human indolence and cowardice.

~Peter Kropotkin, “Law and Authority”

Today’s quote for discussion comes from our own Brandon Friedman’s book, The War I Always Wanted, which I highly recommend, and not just because I think he should be rich and famous.

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Welcome to today’s installment of quotes for discussion!  Without further ado…

Move to the room
Down on the bed
These are the things she said
And make it good
And make me clean
These are the things I need

But I can’t just want
Because it isn’t enough for me

We’ll understand
Talk in your sleep
Tell secrets that we keep
I’m calling you
Out of the crowd
Yeah mommy is so proud

But I can’t just want
Because it isn’t enough for me
And I can’t just want
You know it isn’t enough for me

Want isn’t clean
And want isn’t man enough for me
To make me believe
That want could ever fill my need
To be

And I can’t just want
You know its never enough for me
And I can’t just want
You know it isn’t enough for me

Want isn’t clean oh yeah yeah
Want isn’t man enough for me
To make me believe oh oh yeah
That want could ever fill my need
Want isn’t clean
And want isn’t man enough for me
Just make me believe
Make me believe
Make me believe

Many of you may wonder why I have been so dogged with my “Quotes for Discussion” posts over the last year.  I usually offer them up without context or commentary, and they are tangential to the point of the sites where I post them at best.  Further, few people, including few of you, bother to read them or discuss them.  And even more, sometimes the quotes, and my purpose in posting them, is very hard to gather.  So, I’ll tell you why.

It is my belief that most political programs and ideas fail because they are not conceived or implemented with people in mind.  Take, for example, Marxism. Marx knew a lot about economics, about philosophy, and about politics.  But every single society based on Marxism, from the Soviet Union to each commune and kibbutz has eventually failed, and failed badly.  The reason for that is simple: Marx understood people, individual people, very poorly.

This is the root of my politics: that it has to be about people, and how they really live.  I don’t support legalization of heroin and marijuana, prostitution and gambling, property rights and gun rights, because I think any of those things are so great in and of themselves.  People will abuse drugs beyond their capacity to manage, cheat on their spouses and lose their paychecks, believe in the ownership of their property and seek to defend themselves with violence, whether I condone it or not.  Policies meant to attack these things will inevitably fail and cause great injustice.

People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don’t deserve but they seldom mention the good.  About what they done to deserve them things.  I don’t recall that I ever give the good Lord all that much cause to smile on me.  But he did.

Aiyo!
Below the terra firma’s the murmur of many men
Resonatin’ the predication of RA’s eponym
It requires a higher degree of thought to transmit
Elevate above the base and retrace the semantics
Incommensurately we’ve been held incommunicado
From commoner to commodore – they breed bravado
I exercise authority over the lesser ranks
We rally and tally up at the shores of the West Bank
The shoddy lick the body politic – feel the kickback, son
Pardon the warden to remit that one
Sinkin’ solemnly into the vein of my pathology
I maintain the etymology of “I” defy chronology
Copy me, cosmically I seek to be laconic and terse
The meek shall admonish the earth
While the merits of inheritance are gainfully pealed
They symbolism of nepotism is painfully real
The provisioners of policy are plottin’ my demise
In addition, the aristocracy’s blockin’ the uprise
The commandant’s callin’ for change by any means
I’ve seen heaven and hell; it feels strange in between
Never settle – the medal pacifies rebel troops
But truth is the honor in the eyes of the resolute
Press on – employ the pen to postulate upon it
Verily I perform the pass summarily – you wonder why?

They say that he was born that way
They can’t imagine havin’ to go on that way
Maybe if you pray for him he’ll be drawn from the fray
Or maybe what? – maybe he’s OK…

Sharin’ hymns with the seraphims – praise in polyphonic fashion
The action reanimates the catatonic
Aid the abject and abjure the apathetic
Positive polarity and the draw is magnetic
They lurch and reel trynna reverse the field but can’t manage
The pull of my sign aligns planets
Secrets comin’ out in the wash of the ebb tide
Those who sought found; those who fled died
To the sight deprived sound might provide solace
The scholars of applied sciences supply the knowledge
Upon the foundation we erect the edifice – make it known
We dedicate the corner stone to Aeschylus
Fortified with more than 45’s – master the art of war
You blast trouble, but the struggle endures
Emaciated, the contemplative will kill for a drink
If not methodically restrained by the chain link
From my solid form I liquefy to be absorbed by the river
Stand re-delivered to mi amour
Chant “freedom” in their face and abase my captors
With grace I placate and await the rapture
In this colony I’ve seen atrocities personified
Still unable to affect the sovereignty of the allied
It’s the balance – they’re challengin’ your will to achieve
Imprison my coalition but the vision’s still free…

He had to have been born that way
A great many show envy towards the Lord’s protégé
And maybe if you pay for it he’ll perform a display
Or maybe what? – maybe you’re too late…

Common Market, My Pathology