That's it!

I have a pretty great life. Its pretty easy going. And i think i figured out why I get made fun of sometimes..

Too many people grow up.

Now i understand. When we were younger, everything was awesome. Christmas couldn't come soon enough and we cried because our friend broke that pinky promise over who got the stickers. Everything was so simple. Now, Christmas is just another day we get something we don't really need and girls steal boyfriends, not stickers. I don't know why we all grow up. I catch myself acting mature sometimes, and i immediately stop. What's the use? Go outside. Dance. Sing. Play a game. Kick around a ball. Do something and i promise you'll get this amazing perspective that i am getting to discover now. :)

Have fun.

-Alto

Some Nights- FUN

This is such a great song with an amazing video! To me, this is one of those rare albums that tells a story I actually find compelling. With that in mind, the song Some Nights should be considered within the context of the larger Some Nights album. To me, the album is a battle cry for those of us who feel like we are getting a raw deal by the powers that be and are ready for a change. The establishment has made a mess of things and the younger generation needs to rise up and make it right. I see that represented lyrically in the lines about the nephew (born into some screwed up circumstances and we owe it to our children to do better) and visually in the video where the younger Union soldier kills the older Confederate soldier (righting the ship will have very real, very human consequences, but it must be done). Those concepts are sprinkled throughout the whole CD, much like Green Day's American Idiot. Different music for a different time, but equally compelling. Love it!

 Here are the lyrics.

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw

Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for oh oh oh
What do I stand for? Oh what do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

This is it, boys, this is war, what are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype,
Save that for the black and white I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style

That's alright, I found a martyr in my bed tonight
Stops my bones from wondering just who I, who I, who I am, oh who am I, mm, mm

Well some nights, I wish that this all would end
'Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? Oh what do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know (come on)

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?
No. When I see stars, when I see stars, that's all they are
When I hear songs, they sound like a swan, so come on
Oh, come on, oh, come on, oh come on!

Well that is it, guys, that is all, five minutes in and I'm bored again
Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands
This is not one for the folks at home, I'm sorry to leave, mom, I had to go
Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?
My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she called "love"
But when I look into my nephew's eyes,
Man you wouldn't believe, the most amazing things, that can come from,
Some terrible nights, ah (oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh)

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

The other night, you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up, but we'd both agree
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance, oh
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance, oh

-Alto

..Bitches

Weight.

Looks.

Shoe size.

Hobbies.

Why do we worry about this random stuff?   I judge. I do. But never to the point where i would say horrible life ruining things about them. Being in theatre, i encounter extremely strange people all the time. I've been with people talking about killing themselves, coming out of the closet, everything. All things that people are going to get made fun of because society is fucked.

Who do these people think they are? When i am around them, nothing makes sense. Who are you to judge that person over there? I know i am getting all catholic on ya'll, but REALLY.

Think about those people in the movies that you just look at and say "Oh my gosh, what a bitch!" Think of that, times 10. That is what you are doing. Nothing will ever justify that. Words hurt, i know. Please. Stop. 

"Hey, that girl you just called fat? She is overdosing on diet pills. 
That girl you just called ugly? She spends hours on her hair and makeup so YOU will look at her.
That boy you just tripped? He gets abused enough at home. 
That guy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.
Put a stop to abuse and bulling/cyberbullying."

-Alto