A mere two days have since passed, yet cries for my next entry rings through the lands already. It is my fault for creating such high expectations among my many readers with my writing frequency here, and for that I apologize for the apprehension caused. No, I was not killed in a horrific motor vehicle accident (yet). No, I was not abducted by seductive beauties eager to share my bed. And no, I was not bedded by an infectious venereal disease, too sick for another provocative entry.
Instead, my next Anthem Anthology feature encountered a setback since iMEEM did not boast an extensive selection, especially with the exclusion of such profound pieces of work. Rest assured though, for this inept internet junkie expended a considerable amount of time and amended this dreadful predicament finally, painstakingly uploaded the latest song intended for the next chapter of AA while sharing it with the deprived.
Either way, this delay is a blessing in disguise since then I was able to fully appreciate the gravity of such intricacies. Misinterpretations of intention are rife nowadays with the current complexity of language, where simple words can be mere gestures of jest to some as well as awkward sexual innuendos to others. In situations like these, should we seek for clarification and risk potential embarrassment or simply brush off the comments and ignore the whole dilemma altogether?
This song is an apt reminder of our callousness with words, and how an injudicious statement can hurt keener than the sharpest splinter. Worse, slights can fester and corrupt the soul; changing lives, burning bridges.
But enough philosophies on a Saturday, you probably already know this. Just enjoy the song.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can burn a happy home, it's true
I've got words for you
The past is done it's gone forever
Don't tell me my pain is pleasure
You, you haven't got a clue
Oh, I wanna cry but I don't make a sound
I'm your child and your child is feeling down
Everybody’s toxic in this town
All gods children fade and die
In the name of lets get high
And then, we do it again
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
That when you coming down I'll be asleep
I can't pretend, it's killing me again
Oh, I wanna cry but I don't make a sound
I'm your child and your child is feeling down
Everybody’s toxic in this
(Coming down)
Call me in my lord I'm coming down
Oh, I wanna cry but I don't make a sound
I'm your child and your child is feeling down
Everybody’s toxic in this town
Oh, I wanna cry but I don't make a sound
I'm your child and your child is feeling down
Everybody’s toxic in this town
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can burn a happy home, it's true
I've got words for you
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