Wait It Out | Imogen Heap
Everybody says that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between? Are we just going to wait it out?
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They never tell you that hopping trains is, like, the most inspiring activity ever. That hobo life opens up a world of infinite possibility and adventure. that every town of consequence has a train yard, and that any adventure seeker can wake up and wonder, ‘Where do I want to go today?” And rather than the coffee shop, or record store, or park, think Omaha, Miami, Boston, LA … and then go there. Sitting in our first boxcar — legs hanging out the door — watching the ghetto scenery and all the towns we only passed through previously en route to the swap meet, well, it turned us into giggling children. We look back on those first moments of hobo life as the most stimulating of our lives. The ghetto turned into wilderness, the sun set, and we fell asleep in that boxcar on our way to … well, that wasn’t the point.
-Evasion, CrimethInc (via monicawendel
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“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot - I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ ”
people are probably going to delete this ^, but oh well
fun fact about this song: we had finished writing and recording the ep and we were hanging out at zak’s house, where we were recording at the time. we were foolin’ around and jammin’ and came up with this, high-fived, and then recorded the next take for use on the ep. zak threw the sample over it and kaboom. we played it live once or twice but cam hated it so now we don’t play it. i think that’s why