LAURYN HILL LYRICS

"I Get Out"

[Singing Chorus]
I get out, I get out of all your boxes
I get out, you can't hold me in these chains
I'll get out
Father free me from this bondage
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must change

[Verse 1]
Your stinkin' resolution
Is no type of solution
Preventin' me from freedom
Maintainin' your polution
I won't support your lie no more
I won't even try no more
If I have to die, oh Lord
That's how I choose to live
I won't be compromised no more
I can't be victimised no more
I just don't sympathize no more
Cuz now I understand
You just wanna use me
You say "love" then abuse me
You never thought you'd loose me
But how quickly we forget
That nothin' is for certain
You thought I'd stay here hurtin'
Your guilt trip's just not workin'
Repressin' me to death
Cuz now I'm choosin' life, yo
I take the sacrifice, yo
If everything must go, then go
That's how I choose to live

[Pause]

[Singing rest of Verse 1]
That's how I choose to live...
Hehehehe, awhh
No more compromises
I see past your diguises
Blindin' through mind control
Stealin' my eternal soul
Appealin' through material
To keep me as your slave

[Singing Chorus]
But I get out
Oh, I get out of all your boxes
I get out
Oh, you can't hold me in these chains
I'll get out
Oh, I want out of social bondage
Knowin' my condition
Oh, is the reason I must change

[Singing Verse 2]
See, what you see is what you get
Oh, and you ain't seen nothin' yet
Oh, I don't care if you're upset
I could care less if you're upset
See it don't change the truth
And your hurt feeling's no excuse
To keep me in this box
Psychological locks
Repressin' true expression
Cementin' this repression
Promotin' mass deception
So that no one can be healed
I don't respect your system
I won't protect your system
When you talk I don't listen
Oh, let my Father's will be done

[Singing Chorus]
And just get out
Oh, just get out of all these bondage
Just get out
Oh, you can't hold me in chains
Just get out
All these traditions killin' freedom
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must change

[Singing Verse 3]
I've just accepted what you said
Keepin' me among the dead
The only way to know
Is to walk then learn and grow
But faith is not your speed
Oh, you've had everyone believed
That you're the sole authority
Just follow the majority
Afraid to face reality
The system is a joke
Oh, you'd be smart to save your soul
Oh, when escape is mind control
You spent your life in sacrifice
To a system for the dead
Oh, are you sure...
Where is the passion in this living
Are you sure it's God you servin'
Obligated to a system
Getting less then you're deserving
Who made up these schools, I say
Who made up these rules, I say
Animal conditioning
Oh, just to keep us as a slave

[Singing Chorus]
Oh, just get out
Of this social purgatory
Just get out
All these traditions are alive
Just get out
Superstition killing freedom
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must die
Just get out
Just get out
Just get out
Let's get out
Let's get out
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must die
Just get out

new city. new day.

i said goodbye to my friend. we hugged for a good five minutes, all the unsaid things passing between us. the "i´m sorry"s, the "it should have ended differently"s, the "i will miss you"s and the like. i close my eyes and take in the peppery lavender smell for the last time. i know it´s the last time. i had hoped to avoid saying goodbye, but he insisted on me waking up, so that i wouldn´t disappear from his life without notice, like i often disappeared from the house.

"can i ask you something, mija"
"sure cariño"
(what is he going to say to me? would you have stayed had things been different? would you have left regardless? will i ever see you again?)

"do you have any STDs?"

oh. em. gee.

the smile on his face breaks my heart, i know he´s just poking at me, so i tell him i´m full of aids, syphillis and hep c, and we laugh hysterically as he lights a joint, our last joint together, the last exchange our lips will have, or so i thought.

he hugs me again before running out the door, a kiss on the lips, grey green eyes plunged into eyes of icy blue, electricity passes and i remember a moment when i thought those eyes would pierce my soul if i looked in to them long enough. i know he feels it too, because i hear his voice break a bit, "Take care, mija, I hope you come back here, and remember this is your home."

Poof.

/end mau input time frame=forever?

i say my goodbyes to baja. goodbye white sand beaches and turquoise water, goodbye flying fish and pelicans. goodbye dirty streets and boring city, goodbye palapa where i slept at first.
i said my goodbyes to a man i could have loved, had things been different. as the ferry sails away from the baja where i just spent a month, i think of all the people, all the places, all the beaches, the desert, the ranches and palapas... and only one face stands out from the rest. i hear a rip in my chest, a tear falling from my eye. i wipe it away and hold my head high, for today is a new beginning

hello pacific ocean, hello mainland, hello new people, new adventures.

(but still. goodbye, mexican surfer. stay beautiful, porque lo sos, mucho, bombon.)

so far this is sooooo cool...all these ravers makes it sooo cool to be amoung the greatest movement in my P.O.V. ever...
i love the music
i luv the people
and yeas..
well i will most likely write more but this is the preface to a long history ^_^

Listening To: dj magix- the moon

I still haven't done my laundry. I'm wearing avacado coloured granny panties, an ill fitting La Senza bra that's on it's last legs, the black tights with the big rip in the ass, a knitted pink sparkly striped halter top, a green paisley/floral skirt, a pair of my stepdad's grey socks I stole this morning, skater running shoes, a red bandana, and over this smashing outfit I have my "burnt olive" coloured long sweater that has wooden buttons. It's pissing down rain outside and it's freezing... I'm broke so I have to ride my bike home in the rain later. And I'm hungry again as usual. Why is it when youre unemployed you can't get anything done?? Oh yeah this computer is here, that's why!

Listening To: my stomach complain

My mom's prissy little cat shit in my bed AGAIN! My mom took her keys AND my keys this morning so I had to cancel all my appointments today cuz i can't go anywhere until i get those keys back! I need to do laundry desperately and I can't cuz of the key problem! Forgot my cellphone charger at my sister's can't get it cuz of the key problem! i want to print up my resume but i can't cuz we're out of ink cartridges! GAAAAD! Fuck this I'm smoking a joint!

Listening To: the blood boiling in my head

Well I got drunk on scotch whiskey and cola on Friday night. I gave my mom Red Bull and she was up til 1 am lol. I went out to the Velvet Underground and drank MORE whiskey and cola... had a shot of tequila with it. I couldnt figure out why no one was dancing near me... was it my whiskey breath? Or was it because i was smacking all skinny male asses that were within reach?? Oh well more room for me to dance around;P They played Peaches' song Fuck the Pain Away and a few others that were cool... then i stumbled out into a side street only to discover i had NO EFFIN LIGHTER!!! Thankfully some ppl walking by I asked had a lighter, i loaded up my pipe (couldn't find my rollies that day) and lit it. I offered the two lighter bearing saints a toke and they looked at me like i had three heads. I walked thru a well lit park toking away and headed for home...

Saturday my friend threw a poetry reading/ dinner party. It was fun, i didnt read any of my writing out loud cuz I'm chicken shit. I also havent done it much before... why cant i read my personal writing out loud but i post it on the internet? I have no problems with singing at karaoke in front of strangers who are openly laughing at me but the idea of ppl laughing at my cheesey writing is too scary for me... i smoked everyone up at the party and they all looked like they were going to fall down after a while mwa ha ha ha... then we all ate EVERYTHING in the kitchen we could get our hands on!

It's Sunday now and i had to rush over to my sisters place cuz Kitty Kat was crawling around in the ceiling boards and fell in (cuz he's a 16lb cat and not very bright). He smashed an antique candy dish and really sliced his paw open so I'm watching over him until i can get him to the vet tomorrow...

sur la route encore et toujours, je veux fuir le pauvre con qui me suit depuis los angeles me tappe sur les nerfs avec ses histoires de vol, pseudo gangster avec tes faux airs va. je veux fuir mon hotel, habite par methamphetamines et cafards gigants et volants, que veux tu de mieux pour 250 pesos la semaine. je me dis que j ai assez d argent pour quitter la paz, mais as encore, me dit la petite voix... et la je recontre les artisans, et la je rencontre des gens semblables, moins aggressifs, plus voyageurs.
la nuit suit son chemin et grace a mes nouveaux amis je reussi a fuir mon hotel et fuir le gringo, un mexicain m a ouvert les portes de sa maison et son coeur et maintenant savoir s il est vraiment possible de vivre d amour et d eau fraiche.. au moins jusqu a la prochaine etape et la prochain fuite, mas alla del sur, siempre.

I just put them there to share them...
the same way that I do with the pictures

...

because sharing is one of the beautifull and free thing that I enjoy doing ;-)

The struggle is described as that where all the areas of our psyches that we ignore and discard and disown as being 'unpleasant' or 'the dark side of our character' sooner or later come back out of the closet, and depending on the degree of repression and denial, unless owned, can be projected with resultant destructiveness. In one very down to earth passage the book describes the polarities and mixed messages we experience in or lives e.g. in business it's important to win, but every Sunday we are taught that humility is important; and how the real work is not to adopt one end of the polarity over another but to embrace both to create a healthy vibrant dynamic paradox.

Your shadow is all of the bits of your psyche you don't like and don't admit to. Most of them are grim but one or two are the nice bits that you can't handle. Ignoring them doesn't make them go away but you do it anyway. This doesn't stop them demanding expression. Because you can't admit to them, you project them onto other people. You're seeing your own shadow when you look at others and so simultaneously fail to see them and yourself clearly. Result: general unhappiness and inauthentic living. The solution is to fess up, embrace all the bits you pretend aren't there, and take control of how you express them. You achieve this through balance and creative synthesis.

Fille de l'ancienne théorie des quanta, la mécanique quantique constitue le pilier d'un ensemble de théories physiques qu'on regroupe sous l'appellation générale de physique quantique. Cette dénomination s'oppose à celle de physique classique, celle-ci échouant dans sa description du monde microscopique — atomes et particules — ainsi que dans celle de certaines propriétés du rayonnement électromagnétique.

Les principes fondamentaux de la mécanique quantique ont été établis essentiellement entre 1922 et 1927 par Bohr, Dirac, de Broglie, Heisenberg, Jordan, Pauli et Schrödinger. Ils permettent une description complète de la dynamique d'une particule massive non relativiste. Bohr a proposé une interprétation du formalisme, appelée interprétation de Copenhague, fondée sur le principe de correspondance.

Les principes de base ont été complétés par Bose et Fermi afin d'autoriser la description d'un ensemble de particules identiques, ouvrant la voie au développement d'une physique statistique quantique. Enfin, en 1930, le mathématicien Von Neumann a précisé le cadre mathématique rigoureux de la théorie.

La théorie quantique des champs est l'une de ses extensions relativistes les plus utilisées au XXIe siècle

Be on the lookout for symptoms of INNER PEACE.

The Hearts of a great many have already been exposed to INNER PEACE and
it is possible that people everywhere could come down with it in epidemic proportions.
This could pose a serious threat to what has, up to now, been a fairly stable condition
of conflict in the world.

Some signs to look for:

A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than on fears based on past experiences.

An unmistakeable ability to enjoy each moment.

A loss of interest in judging other people.

A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others.

A loss of interest in conflict.

A loss of the ability to worry. (this is a very serious symptom ;))

Frequent, overwhelming episodes of appreciation.

Contented feelings of connectedness with others and nature.

Frequent attacks of smiling.

An increaing tendency to let things happen rather than make them happen.

An increased susceptibility to the love offered by others as well as the uncontrollable urge to extend it.



Peace
Respect
One love

Happy Rememberance Day! Speaking of remembering, Mom said I'm having memory and organisation problems. She also said my method of organisation is very different from her's and my sister's. I find it easy; everything's on the floor, so i know where it is! and if i search around enough I'll find the cd i'm looking for...
When i went to Montreal for New Year's 2 years ago, my older sister took care of Kitty Kat for me. She walked into my apartment the first day and promptly called Mom to ask if I'd gotten robbed. No, I'm just a disorganised slob! And it get's worse when i clean up and put everything away. I can't find anything when i put everything where it supposed to go.
Mom also said she doesnt give a rat's ass if i quit my job, as long as I get thru school. It's a deal! Monday i'm putting in my letter of resignation. I've been there 7 years and i havent wanted to be there since I got there in the first place. Union jobs suck!

Les nouveaux maîtres du monde
1984
Sociétés organisées
United Nation
L'Illusion économique
Après l'empire
Le secret

J'étais une enfant introverti, souvent dans sa tête…
J'avais beaucoup d'énergie et d'imagination mais
ne savais pas quoi en faire.

Ma mère est une mère affective et verbomotrice. Elle aime les arts et la religion.
Elle était très autoritaire!
Mon père est ... tout simplement un ange qui aime rire et enseigner aux autres.
Il était assez liberal!
Mon frère est un manuel et un verbomoteur a la puissance dix!!! Il aime l'électicité et les ordinateurs.

La pluspart de mes amis ont des parents qui sont médecins ou infirmiers...
Mes 2 amies d'enfance sont devenue enseignante
et la pluspart de mes ex aiment la musique et l'infomatique...je ne sais pas
pourquoi.


Moi, je suis de type 5, ce qui veut dire que je suis d'abord dans l'intellect, supporté par l'émotion et ensuite l'action. J'adore observer, écouter et analyser. Il a été très facile de devenir à l'écoute de moi-même et de mes sensations. Attention, il m'a été facile de me mettre en position d'écoute de soi, mais ça a été très long avant que le soi en question se manifeste par le corps. Etant une exploratrice je me suis passionné pour plusieurs sujet avant de m'atarder à mon moi intérieur.

J'ai besoin de beaucoup d’espace et la solitude mais j'aime aussi être en groupe ou le centre d'attention... J'aime la musique, le cinéma, le théâtre, la danse, la peinture...

Mais je ne suis une amoureuse des mots. J'aime la poésie ou les gens qui parle beaucoup...seulement s'ils ont quelque chose à dire. Je n'aime pas le talk to talk.

Mais des fois je dois me dire que ce qui semble du talk to talk pour moi
peut être perçu différemment pour les autres.

Pour cette même raison je travaille tout le temps sur ma compréhension de la différence de l’autre, de l’admettre et ainsi de me donner les moyens d’approcher et d’apprivoiser l’autre en ayant une meilleure connaissance de la logique de l’autre, de la manière de s’exprimer de l’autre, des motivations de l’autre, des attitudes de l’autre et des réactions de l’autre.

Je dois modifier ma façon de voir. Porter mon regard sur ce que l’autre « est » et non sur la différence et la contradiction qu’il représente avec soi-même…
Plus on acceptera l’autre pour ce qu’il « est » et non pour ce qu’il « doit être »…

mes forces: j'ai de l'énergie à revendre quand je suis motivée
mes faiblesses: quand je ne suis pas motivée je deviens hyper parresseure ;P
ma carrière: atteindre un niveau ou je suis confortable et en mouvement
mes défis et conditions d'évolution:

Pythagore enseignait que chaque individu a une personnalité qui comporte un côté ombre et un côté lumière… que ces côtés ombre et lumière prennent plus ou moins d'ampleur en vieillissant… et que cela dépend de la façon dont l'individu est élevé et éduqué et de la façon dont il décide de vivre et d'orienter sa vie: En évoluant, en se développant et en devenant responsable… en toute connaissance de sa vraie nature…

aller voire cette adresse http://www.lautrevoix.com/journal_article.php?id=1... merci de nous encourager

I think the homeopathic remedy is working again. I'm feeling happy and inspired. It's pretty cold outside and it's snowing and raining right now. It's invigorating!
I had a discussion with Nancy before, and she agreed that winter is better than summer. For starters I feel better in the winter. I sleep better. I don't get sunburns. or have to breathe smog. and you can stay warm if you just dress properly.
TTC prices have gone up. $110 for a metropass! Fuck it. I think Im going to just ride my bike all winter. This will be my first year I've done this. So i will need;
-A rack and basket for the back of the bike
-wind proof gloves
-wind proof headband that covers my ears and forehead
-tights for under skirts
-warmer socks
R.S. had a psychic dream she told me about. She had a dream that our cleaning client, Allison, renovated her house and had more cupboards put in. We get there today to clean and Lo and Behold her father was in the kitchen installing cupboards! WIERD!

You say you love me, you say you care...

Then why when you talk to me you say such different things then that which you say to my lover? I tusted you with my life, little brother. I trusted you wih my heart and soul and many of my deepest, most intricate secrets. You know how I feel about certain things, yet you still use them knowing that it makes me upset to hear or to see..why? I know it must be a subconscious happening that doesn't quite get processed within the somewhat conscious part of your mind..

I get upset and lash out, not sure what to do and instead of apologizing you deffend your wrongs, when you know you are wrong..then lash back at me??
I will never hold this against you, or bring it up in future arguments..I would just like to know why..Normally I am calm..but you know feel about certain things and how they make me feel..I am sorry that I lashed out like that..but I guess in your world, two wrongs don't make a right..just isn't a saying you've learned..

I would love to be friends once again little brother, but please come clean and stop lieing to me..please if you're upset at my lover or myself, then please tell us what is bothering you..don't go lieing to him about your fantasies with me that can and will NEVER happenin this lifetime or the next..I hope you've learned, because I have, I my heart will always have a space for you, until you tear it out. I always give more than one chance, because I believe it's only fair..but when you use me and walk on me over and over and over again...then I think it's better you just tear that shrinking piece out an let me move on. I hope you can too.

It's really not that bad ..... For profiteers.


A Response to:

Title: It's really not that bad
Posted On: 2007-06-16 12:43:19
Posted By: » Le_D


>>Regular readers of this blog will remember that I believe the best is to go raving once every month, or even every 2 months.
>>I do believe that with good promotion and quality line ups, we can actually see attendance go up.

i don't really find that your line of reasoning makes very good sense. you think harder laws are desirable so that less parties are organized. and, you believe that if less parties happen, attendance will go up. but if attendance goes up, meaning, promoters are making more money, then potential profits are an incentive for more parties to be thrown ... not less. that's how the 'free' market works, which you seem to understand yourself in describing the boost in club events :

>Club events are also starting to happen more frequently. Parties that end at 3 have the advantage of selling alcohol [...]

and, uhm, i wonder, do people need *more* regulation to make decisions about how they live their lives? :

>>Less parties give people time to rest [...]
>>Parties that end at 3 have the advantage of selling alcohol, not risk the chance of being busted, and allow people to actually go on with their lives the day after.

it isn't really that "less parties GIVE people" more time to rest, or "ALLOW people to actually go on with their lives the day after". i mean, isn't that a bit naive, even? do you think party kids in general are going to ... have earlier bedtimes because one kind of partying no longer provides an environment for them? insomnia, drug-taking, just wanting to stay up, etc., are trends that have been around before raves, and exist for people outside of raves (people who go to clubs only probably don't always go home to bed because the bar closed at 3am), and i think that for many reasons, certains 'trends' have longevity. anyways, more importantly, i think people are fully capable of making decisions for themselves - and i really think we should take responsibility for that freedom.

>>Club events are also starting to happen more frequently.
>>This is how I see the immediate future of our scene. Club events on a regular basis, [...]

in regards to the so-called increase in club events, bars have been around for a very long time, and they continue to be open .. a lot of the time. i'm not quite sure how more club events is really an innovative concept... especially if, as you say, an increase in club events brings in more people because of 'the music'. it is in the best interest for bars, as businesses, to produce what is profitable.

speaking of for-profit venues, i would like to point out that you are right about legal venues costing more. you think this is positive because negatively affects the accessibility of who can afford to throw parties. but i ask you to consider the relationship between legal venues charging more for rental, and the regulation of the permits. regulating venues eliminates competition. what this reveals is a direct relationship between a law and profit motives. not only does this mean that the very same body that makes this law a reality stands to gain from it (eg., municipally-run venues are businesses too), it means that potentially, not only will things become more expensive, they may become totally exorbitant. so yeah, not only can less (and increasinly less and less and less) people legitimately organize events, but less people will be able to (or interested in) attending them.

oh, but wait - higher costs doesn't mean less people can come, per se, only that less of *certain* people can come. ie., people with lower incomes. is this what you were getting at when you were saying that the scene needed cleaning up? so, i don't get it.. is it, "all about the music", or is it about... having bigger events and bringing in more people? more affluent people, only?

>>Also, this can bring people who don't like staying up all night to the scene. After all, it's all about the music.
>>Big events are what makes the scene healthy.
>>Same music, but a more mature scene.

in your opinion, i guess. but it seems to be the case that because business consistently honors quantity over quality (consider 'clean' dollars vs. *more* dollars? 'healthy' dollars vs. more dollars? 'quality dollars vs. more dollars?), music does not and will not stay the 'same'. that isn't the consequence of prioritizing commercial appeal. and while it may not be the rule, generally mass appeal means quality goes down, not up. personally, i hate top 40s stations. not only because most of the music is boring and repetitive, but if i turn on a commercial radio station, i'm bombarded with advertisements, too. i mean - i'm all for, uh, 'bringing the music to the people', but somehow madonna's revelatory lyrics "music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel come together", didn't really seem to move and shake the world in a profound and meaningful way. not necessarily more so than any other lyrics, independent or commercial. but it did/does make a bunch of cash.

>>Big events are what makes the scene healthy. These have a bigger budget, and can afford to be 100% legal.

fuck it. if profiteering is what determines the standards of what is 'health' in a so-called scene, i find that scene suspect. why wouldn't it? shopping malls are legal, and they have a big budget, too. places that make money are places that want me to spend money. i think that it is radically important to fight to retain public, non-commercial space. even if i were convinced that 'raves' (as we know them) would improve through creating, (or permitting through complacency), legislation to regulate them, i wouldn't agree or welcome more laws made for and in the interests of the powerful elite.

" I fell asleep again for about 1 and 1/2 hours. It's that time of year i guess.
I had a dream I was trying to drive to the rave Catzgurl84 and and I are planning on going to in Montreal in January. (I don't have a driver's licence) I drove really slowly and carefully but i did ok.
R.S. was in the car with me. I told her about my plans to travel across Canada. Then i said 'When I get to B.C., I'm going to stay a few months and maybe get a job. I think I'll bring Kitty Kat too, eventually.'"
Wow. My subconsious has spoken!
Lets' focus on this:
-finish short story course
-get last highschool credit
-manage debt
-PLAN CROSS CANADA TOUR '08! March 15th-June1st
- Quit the hospital if possible

Back from my weekend.
worse for wear but worth the ride!
5 hours in a hockey arena booming with music and brimming with alcohol. Up to the hilt in all manner of chemical and dress. There was...as I discovered ICE on the rink. The skating variety... not an easy thing to manuver intoxicated. Withe the aide of fellow revellers we formed a gliding chain and managed to make it 'round the rink.
In the wee morning hours 'those who know best' advised us that an evacuation may be in order as the local authorities were becoming concerned about the 'little fete' in the hockey arena.

Back to a little house party with excellent imported tequila, good tunes and the most active ping pong game in the history of the sport. somewhere about 8am I finally succumed to alcohol exhaustion/burnout and had a short,satisfying bout into unconsiousness. About 1pm I awoke to more music and loud talking. Several hours of leftover halloween candy, egg mcmuffins, and paper mario on the Wii I set off for the 2nd half of my weekend.
Sat nite 9:30pm Arrive at an already bustling pub party in some little dive in TO. 150so people crammed into a 90 capacity bar.
A few pints into the evening I'm having a loud excessivly boisterous game of "who am I' with some friends whose names I never knew.
Sadly it was explained to me that although daylight savings time begins @ 2am, technically making it 1am, the bar was still closing.
Back to my place for some music,chemical,and Zim. 4am or thereabouts noone wants to play anymore and so i'm forced to bed.
Just got up now had a swig of whatever drink is on my coffee table and am prepping to seekout some kind of food like product...

Weekends are wondeful!

I am going to a party in an empty hockey arena in St Jacob on friday night.
There will also be a hottub after party which I am looking forward to.
The best part will be the dancing and the Wii ('cuz I'm a geek).

Looking forward to my next Montreal trip!! ProdigyPrincess and I in the 2nd week of November!! Party Party!!

Listening To: Blood in my ears

intrinsically twisted;
vines - my mind,
elvish brain.

fairies neurotransmitting;
molecular agency
secret selves.

my body is a comedy;
infinite actors
a colorful chaos.

even my dealer tells me that i'm always smiling.

grasshopper legs;
synchronicity technology
absurd and real.

i don't know any doctors and i feel better.

urban rainforest;
third eye probable
city of my mind.