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dreamwriter_emmy) wrote2009-04-15 02:31 pm
dreamwriter_emmy) wrote2009-04-15 02:31 pm
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Those strange things we dream....
...I usually never dream... so this was odd. Very strange indeed, though given the news and the music i was listening to before bed... I'm not surprised. I saw and danced with Mother Earth again........
Much as i hate home.... welll... Home is something important to me. I was born on Earth Day. Says a lot about me, doesn't it? I admired Xemnas's plan both when he was Xemnas and when he was Orpheus.... and yet such a hardset force connects me to earth. I want both. Everyone wants something. Everyone wants more than they can have.
A youtube video clip of Dance America.
Download from mediafire.com coming soon
Dance America by Melissa Li, 2008
i held her hand at midnight
i never seen her this clear before
i brought her close so i could see her in the light
as she bled all the way to the dance floor
she said, i gave men everything i had
they took me to bed and dirtied my name
and the women drove me crazy in a shiny red cadillac
i guess these people are just all the same
they stepped on her again and again
they tore her apart for their own gain
they took out her art and made things dark
and created stuff like artificial rain
oh and i said, come dance with me america
spin with grace in my embrace
don’t take the blame for the work of men
just show me how to dance your dance again
they got ridda your mirror lakes and dandelion toys
they made angry adults from all the happy girls and happy boys
they put a price tag on every mountain and tree
they issued everyone a guidance counselor called a tv
though they haven’t yet torn down the sky under which we sleep
they’ve already figured out how to clone your sheep
mcdonald’s will sell beauty products pretty soon
and someday they’ll try to commercialize the moon
foreigners say, girl you think you’re so tough
you flirt with us and then you stab us in the back
you take, take, take cuz it’s never enough
and she says, hey it ain’t me who’s doing that
come dance with me america
you’re so divine, oh won’t you be mine
don’t take the blame for the work of men
just show me how to dance your dance again
these happy white family folks who call themselves patriots
who live warm and fat wrapped inside the land of the free
they learn their dollar signs, their superbowls
the boy scout honor code
then sell their red, white, and blue for a dollar a piece
and what is true is on the movie screen
hero, villain, bystander, she’s been ‘em all
the way that we see her is not the way that she’s seen
it’s tragic to see this great heroine fall
let’s run a deus ex machina by
i won’t let her be scared tonight
don’t be discouraged and don’t be shy
cuz i’m here to protect ya with all my might
come dance with me america
you’re so divine so won’t you be mine
don’t take the blame for the work of men
just show me how to dance your dance
come dance with me america
i’ll make it true that they won’t get to you
don’t be disturbed by the noise of men
just show me how to dance your dance again
Much as i hate home.... welll... Home is something important to me. I was born on Earth Day. Says a lot about me, doesn't it? I admired Xemnas's plan both when he was Xemnas and when he was Orpheus.... and yet such a hardset force connects me to earth. I want both. Everyone wants something. Everyone wants more than they can have.
A youtube video clip of Dance America.
Download from mediafire.com coming soon
Dance America by Melissa Li, 2008
i held her hand at midnight
i never seen her this clear before
i brought her close so i could see her in the light
as she bled all the way to the dance floor
she said, i gave men everything i had
they took me to bed and dirtied my name
and the women drove me crazy in a shiny red cadillac
i guess these people are just all the same
they stepped on her again and again
they tore her apart for their own gain
they took out her art and made things dark
and created stuff like artificial rain
oh and i said, come dance with me america
spin with grace in my embrace
don’t take the blame for the work of men
just show me how to dance your dance again
they got ridda your mirror lakes and dandelion toys
they made angry adults from all the happy girls and happy boys
they put a price tag on every mountain and tree
they issued everyone a guidance counselor called a tv
though they haven’t yet torn down the sky under which we sleep
they’ve already figured out how to clone your sheep
mcdonald’s will sell beauty products pretty soon
and someday they’ll try to commercialize the moon
foreigners say, girl you think you’re so tough
you flirt with us and then you stab us in the back
you take, take, take cuz it’s never enough
and she says, hey it ain’t me who’s doing that
come dance with me america
you’re so divine, oh won’t you be mine
don’t take the blame for the work of men
just show me how to dance your dance again
these happy white family folks who call themselves patriots
who live warm and fat wrapped inside the land of the free
they learn their dollar signs, their superbowls
the boy scout honor code
then sell their red, white, and blue for a dollar a piece
and what is true is on the movie screen
hero, villain, bystander, she’s been ‘em all
the way that we see her is not the way that she’s seen
it’s tragic to see this great heroine fall
let’s run a deus ex machina by
i won’t let her be scared tonight
don’t be discouraged and don’t be shy
cuz i’m here to protect ya with all my might
come dance with me america
you’re so divine so won’t you be mine
don’t take the blame for the work of men
just show me how to dance your dance
come dance with me america
i’ll make it true that they won’t get to you
don’t be disturbed by the noise of men
just show me how to dance your dance again