Anthem
Warning - turn your volume down unless you like very noisy music. Sort of loud and hard-ish rock, maybe. Lyrics below in case you don't wish to listen.
Anthem, Superchick
Here's to the ones who don't give up
Here's to the ones who don't give up
Here's to the ones who don't give up
This is your anthem
Get your hands up
We are fire inside
We are lipstick and cleats
We are not going home
And we are playin for keeps
We are girls who skin knees
We are concrete and grace
We are not what you think
Can't keep us in our place
Here's to the girls on their boards with bruises and scars
Here's to the girls whose fingers bleed from playing guitar
Here's to anyone who never quit when things got hard
You'll never let them say
"You'll never get that far."
"Never get that far."
"Never get that far."
We are fire inside
We are an army asleep
We are a people awaking to follow their dreams
We don't have time for your games
We have our own goals to score
There are trophies to win
Instead of being one of yours
Here's to the girls on their boards with bruises and scars
Here's to the girls whose fingers bleed from playing guitar
Here's to anyone who never quit when things got hard
You'll never let them say
"You'll never get that far."
"You'll never get that far."
Here's to the ones who don't give up (x3)
This is your anthem (anthem, anthem, anthem, anthem)
Here's to the girls on their boards with bruises and scars
Here's to the girls whose fingers bleed from playing guitar
Here's to anyone who never quit when things got hard
You'll never let them say
"You'll never get that far."
"Never get that far."
Phew. Better now. You know, I work my tail off at my gig. I'm sure there a thousand things and ways I could be doing it better, but most days I'm giving it all I've got plus bits and pieces I didn't know I had. I read incessantly about my "job," do self and other directed CE hours (sometimes literally, others more casually), and make it my business to know my kids, their issues, and what I'm talking about regarding them. Most of the time, this whole process is a positive feedback loop, providing way cool interactions with the punkins (I'm so blessed), endless teaching scenarios (for each of us, myself especially), and adding fuel to my tank so I can get up and do it all over again. There are moments, though, when I just feel like it doesn't matter what I throw down, what fresh things I can dig up and bring, it's just a losing proposition. Had some of those lately.
Very fabulous, and also some not so great news on the extended family front, plus big decisions to make in places where I'm in charge but most of "it" is really out of my control. Add in the fact that the kids are looped out of their ever-lovin' gourds because they get to see Daddy tomorrow, and yes, I have a little tiny sprout of a headache. And I've been weepy most of the day. The week. Whatever. Nice hymns to sing? Welling up. People coming together to create beauty? Sniffle. Dealing with difficult topics as well as druthers that just have no useful place in my head? Sob.
So the music is/was my answer. :o) It's a tad more convenient a catharsis than going skipping in the rain in the dark, seeing that I've got packing to wrap up. I'll be back with more while the big kids are having Daddy time (they are so, SO excited to see him) and Q and I wrangle the ongoing wretched computer issues (sob) and look for other ways to entertain ourselves.
From the day: E was in the bathroom and her sisters and I needed the nail polish out of there so we could do all forty fingers and toes at bedtime. The sisters became impatient and "shared" that with her. G was passing by during all this and offered up quite calmly and reasonably that, "Fire is always an option." (Insert my puzzled face here) "You know, we could try lighting the door on fire and seeing how long it takes her to come out then." By this point, given the level of angst being generated over the topic, you'd think he'd have found support for his idea. Without missing a beat, S stuck her head back around the corner from the hallway and hissed over her shoulder: "That is completely uncivilized, G." G and I nearly fell over laughing. Quietly.
The softer stuff should be playing by now, if you're thinking about the music. Hope you are well, cherished, and revelling in both of those facts. XO.
