tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52142188224257563532024-02-08T10:17:03.019-08:00A Map And A MissionThis blog will contain things that I feel people should know... about me, about the world... What follows are the weathered thoughts of a young man. I hope to not bore anyone with thoughtlessness, however, I will include lyrics that I've enjoyed in many of my posts. Thanks for reading and have a pleasant tomorrow.Holden.Gillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17182566974403185428noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214218822425756353.post-33408800067691534022011-05-06T14:20:00.000-07:002011-05-06T14:20:23.494-07:00New Band New LyricsAs promised I will post some new lyrics and new music that I think most people can enjoy (so nothing too extreme). The band is called Search The City and the song is called Son of a Gun. To avoid any legal reprocussions I will add minor adjustments or just sections of lyrics.<br />
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Lyrics:<br />
<div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">Marionette,<br />
(are your strings tied tight for proper movement?) <br />
Take a deep, deep breath. <br />
I'll stitch my eyes wide open<br />
'cause I don't want to miss<br />
the look on your face </div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">when I drive away.<br />
You know you're sharp,<br />
but sharp just doesn't cut it anymore.<br />
I'll show you a side of me, </div></div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">you've never seen before.</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">Whoa,<br />
for Heaven's sake, I see right through you.<br />
Whoa,<br />
I've got Secrets, too.<br />
You're the gun and I can be your bullet to go down on.<br />
Take your best shot 'cause you only get one.</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">Yeah okay, so the lyrics are a little emo, but its a quality song by a quality band and is definitely worth a shot. So look it up! I'll be back soon with more words and more music. Thanks for reading!</div>Holden.Gillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17182566974403185428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214218822425756353.post-12247618576524122832011-05-06T14:05:00.000-07:002011-05-06T14:08:27.806-07:00This is A Call To Labor!<div class="fullImageLink" id="file"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/94/SMAW.welding.af.ncs.jpg"><img alt="File:SMAW.welding.af.ncs.jpg" height="600" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/94/SMAW.welding.af.ncs.jpg/531px-SMAW.welding.af.ncs.jpg" width="531" /></a><br />
So I've sensed a problem with this country. Everyone feels it, but I don't think that most people fully understand it. After the recession hit (and even before), "Big Business" decided to begin to ship jobs overseas and that has a lot of Americans frustrated. But, which Americans are feeling the loss the most? The one's with the voices. Upper-middle class America is pissed off that desk jobs, data entry, computer engineering, medical research have left the United States to seek a larger, cheaper labor source. The jobs that were once thought to be so noble, so secure, for the educated man with his tailored suit and foreign car have left the building. What is left are the jobs that made us who we are today. </div><br />
The News anchors on FOX and CNN talk about how horrible it is that a man with a master's degree is working at McDonald's. Why? Isn't there something to be learned from the blue collar jobs? The hardworking people of woring class America are often forgotten because they have been made the minority. They have been forsaken by society in favor of the stock broker and the intellectual property lawyer. Americans have almost given up what is material. That is not to say that we are less materialistic, on the contrary we are more materialistic than ever. But, most of us would rather deal in abstraction than in material. It is better for them to talk about profit margins and mergers than grab a wrench and get to work. They would rather have lunch at the Modern American Bistro, to go over next months oil price projections, than eat a meal out of a cooler an get back to work. <br />
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Maybe its just me, and maybe I'm crazy but for once, I think a return to labor is just what these United States need. We can boost our economy, provide the jobs that we're lacking, restore our workforce to its former glory, and tip our hats to the generations that brought us here (all at the same time). Maybe, just maybe, we could show the next generation what it means to dirty our hands, to labor in the name of honor.Holden.Gillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17182566974403185428noreply@blogger.com0