Nettie

Injustice, that's what it is.
Children that he has raised, they are not even his.
She blames me when I just can not say, that those babies were conceived in the worst kind of way.
This village we came to with gifts and goodwill,
Is denying it's people and oppressing them still.
For living this life I think one thing we've all earned
 is the right to our bodies and for us to learn.
These children are bright but their vision is clouded,
by the veil of naivety under which they are shrouded.
Scars under their eyes 
carved out by the guise 
of adulthood.
Adulthood- where freedom is expected but most certainly not protected. 
Black and white were not meant to fight but the plight of our lives has been taken in spite 
of this.
We miss,
The peace and naivety of infancy- torn away at the first sign of mobility.

Caught Up in the Moment

You wanted to get out and move forward,
And that's totally fine with me.

But when you did, well you left me
dragging behind.

And without thinking twice you severed that line
that held us
together.



I was caught up in the Moment-
waiting.

You had no time to wait.

Me

Complain, show disdain

For I just can’t take this pain

From the strife and all the strain

That life’s inflicted on my brain.

On my body, on my soul

The world has swallowed me up whole.

Oh the memories that I once stole

Finally have taken toll

I felt the pressure, felt the heat

Said I would not choose defeat,

But this life has got me beat,

And there is nowhere to retreat.

Tell my family, tell my friends,

That I will try to make amends.

But until this struggle ends

There is no way one can depend

On me.

All these lies and all these cries

For help to end my slow demise

They were feeble and unwise—

So I must apologize

Please dear, open your eyes

It’s no surprise you’ve earned your prize,

And it is I who sits and sighs,

Saying goodbyes and asking “why’s?”

I must stand up and redefine

where I stand upon this line

of being great or merely fine
for isn't status just a sign?

Of how, and why, and when, and where 
we must belong once we've resigned.

Abortion: Civil Right or Murder?

An abortion is the termination of a pregnancy by the removal of a fetus or embryo from the uterus. The United States laws regarding abortions vary state-by-state, but in general most will allow an abortion to take place without restriction in early-term pregnancies. There is a great deal of controversy surrounding the topic of abortion, and people’s views on whether abortions should be legal or illegal are affected by moral ideals, the right of choice, and the questioning on if a fetus is, in fact, alive or not. The government has already outlawed the idea of simply stating an all-inclusive law that promotes or is against abortion, and for years have been working towards the most logical and acceptable compromise. The legalization of abortions has both positive and negative aspects, and while some view it as an indisputable civil right, others see it as murder or an excuse to partake in sexual intercourse without contraceptive.

            Citizens of the United States are given many rights in what is deemed “the land of the free”.  Being able to control one’s pregnancy is a right that many women believe should be granted to them. Even in areas where abortions are not legal, they are still performed. These unmonitored procedures are often very dangerous and carried out in ways that could severely harm both mother and the unborn child/future children. ''Most people saying it [an abortion] compromises safety actually have an agenda to make abortion illegal, which we know from decades of experience actually makes abortion unsafe”. (Tracey Weitz) The legalization of abortions would not entirely put a stop to these unsafe practices. In fact eighty-seven percent of United States counties do not provide abortion services for those eligible(Abortion ProCon), and some women would have to travel very far to get to a clinic. Abortion being an option for women is something that not only terminates unwanted pregnancies, but also prevents children from being born into a family or life that cannot support them. Contraceptives should be used to avoid these unwanted pregnancies, but an abortion performed in the very early stages of a pregnancy is a relatively safe and harmless emergency backup.

            Morally, many have issues with the concept of abortions, as it is essentially the murder of an unborn fetus. The main point of dissent is whether one’s life begins at the time of conception, at birth, or sometime in between. “There is substantial evidence that the process of an abortion will cause the unborn fetus pain…Images of the fetus have fueled a reassessment of fetal capabilities along with suggestions that the fetus can respond both emotionally and cognitively.” (SW Derbyshire) The idea that fetuses are capable of reacting to the process of abortion was not really relevant before Derbyshire’s work, as it was thought that a fetus so undeveloped could not possibly be formed enough to feel any pain. This is why many laws now only allow abortions within the first few months of a pregnancy, and not otherwise unless doctoral consent is given or the mother’s life is at risk. There have been abortions that were conducted later on in a pregnancy, which resulted in a fetus being born alive, sometimes dismembered, and then potentially killed. The infamous Doctor Gosnell was put into prison with three counts of murder that display how abortions can go very wrong, and need to be restricted in ways so that live births cannot be terminated as if the fetus was still within the uterus. Gosnell’s practices were seen as an “operation "house of horrors," prosecutors allege the doctor created an "assembly line" of patients, performing more than 1,000 abortions a year profiting lavishly, while treating women with unsterilized equipment and employing untrained workers.”(Joseph A Slobodzian, Philidelphia Inquirer) These abortions were clearly perceived as murder, so why aren’t all? The gray area between being alive and not is what has stopped this decision. Abortions conducted when the fetus is clearly developing are ones done in ignorance and complete insensitivity towards the beauty that is life. There is no real excuse for why one would not get the abortion upon finding out about the pregnancy, rather than waiting, except for serious medical issues.

            Whether or not abortions are morally allowable is heavily affected when it comes to religion and rape victims. Instituting a law that bans abortions, but not in the circumstances of rape or severe financial changes would not work, as anyone wanting an abortion would just try to lie to fit into those standards. A child conceived during the unfortunate incident of a rape legally has as much of a right to life as any, but in carrying a child that is a direct product of that incident, the mother could face psychological issues. “The psychological damage done to rape victims should not be increased…especially not by the addition of a child that is the product of the rape.”(Andrew P. Nappoliti) It is not fair to make a woman carry a child conceived in this manner if she does not want to, so any pro-choice advocate could argue that it is not fair to make any woman carry and birth a child that they are not prepared to take care of. Abortions are viewed as murder in the Christian church, and murder of course violates the fifth commandment, “Thou shalt not kill”. However there are many Christians who say that abortion is not murder, and it is an acceptable way to avoid having a child. The separation of church and state has always been a problem and the separation of personal right and religious right is an issue within the church. Religious values influence the abortion views of many, and religious defenders often petition against pro-choice movements, claiming that it is ungodly to allow such procedures to be carried out. Christian Universities have been faced with the difficulty of promoting a religious environment as well as providing substantial healthcare to their professors. There have been great disputes and outbursts, but “not three weeks had passed since Pope Francis said the church had grown “obsessed” with abortion, declaring, “We have to find a new balance.”’(Ian Lovett) This quote from none other than the Pope himself proves that perhaps abortion isn’t the biggest issue people should be worried over.

 Not only should the government be addressing the legality of abortions, but the illegalities in performing unsanitary and unregulated procedures as well. The F.D.A. has approved certain medications for non-invasive abortions, where the pregnancy is terminated via a poison of sorts that expels the embryo from the uterus. However, “ninety-six percent of medication abortions in the United States are now provided according to a regimen different from the one described in mifepristone’s F.D.A.-approved label.”(Adam Liptak) The laws that have been set are not being upheld, so many think that making abortions illegal altogether would only cause more problems.

            Abortions are a way to regulate overpopulation, end unwanted pregnancies, and protect the safety of children that may be born with a fatal disease or into a harmful environment. They are for the most part safe, but should not be taken for granted or used as a form of contraceptive, as there are inherent risks and problems that can come from getting an abortion. Abortions take away life from a mother; they prevent a child from ever coming into the world. The topic of abortion will always be debated, because as people we have differing views, and some believe it is a right that all women should have, and a choice that should be made personally, while others still think that it is wrong and immoral. The legality of abortion practices has not been set in stone, nor shall it be, based on recent governmental discussions. Rather, it is something that must find a compromise, because “The availability of modern contraception can reduce but never eliminate the need for abortion. Direct costs of treating abortion complications burden impoverished health care systems, and indirect costs also drain struggling economies”. (David A. Grimes) Abortions have their positive points and their negative ones, and nobody can give a full argument either way, because the moral and civil rights are subjective to the person in question.

Flush

Down and Down

everything  rushing,
why try when you can simply
float along; give up

Structural Support

My body is a sieve.
Full of holes, yet still whole. And intact.

It's a bit rusty in places-
once shiny and new, the metal frame is tainted,
by the brownish red rust, caused by a saltwater bath.

Chains are only as strong as their weakest link,
is my structure my weakness?
Catching the pain, anger, jealousy, and frustration.
Like the solids are caught when liquids flow through.
Accomplishments, attributes, words of praise?
Seemingly too small, few, or insignificant
to make it, out on top.

Are they really though?

Perhaps, my structure could be my strength.
As a gold miner sifts for gold, I might sift for kindness.
                  -for hope, for joy, for light.

I could let the darkness and cruelty of the world
wash over me.
I could let it flow through the holes.

Grudges, envy, loathing?
None of it would affect me.

My structure can be my strength.      

Gone

            Lying there in the darkness, I could feel her presence beside me. The evening was silent and oppressive; the velvety night taking on a life of its own. Currently, we were hiding. Why we had agreed to meet HERE, and at this time, I can't recall. All I know is that if we were found, the outcome would be disastrous. Like, really bad. So bad you couldn't imagine.
            Then again, maybe you could. Maybe, just maybe, you've been in the same situation that I have, who am I to judge your experiences?
     
            Life tends to work in this strange way where we never know what to expect until after it has occurred. Ironic, isn't it? It seems as though after every argument, every little mistake you make, the perfect comeback or solution makes itself visible. But by then, it's too late.
         Back to that night though. It was warm, warmer than I thought it would be. And dark. Did I mention that? I could barely make out her silhouette against the tree trunk. Of course, little did I know that I would face true, utter darkness shortly afterwards.
       
            I was in love with her. I knew it deep down inside of every part of my being. The problem was, I was not supposed to be. It was unethical and intolerable for us to be seen together at all. Inside of me was a raging torrent of mixed emotions. I was battling with myself. And at least for the next few years, there was no way that I could win.
           On one hand, I knew that anything and everything regarding our relationship was wrong. Yet on the other, we both knew that there were no two people in the world who's affection could contest ours.
            By law, she was still a child, and at that point I was not. Her persona and demeanor, however, were those of someone much wiser and more mature. She was too good, it seemed, to be subjected to such low, cruel judgement by these people who did not know her as well as I did. This was not all that made us an unsuitable couple, for we were really only a few years apart. We faced trouble from so many facets and areas it was a wonder that we had even met. As I mentioned though, life is sneaky, and I have the feeling that we were destined to be together. We just...fit.
           Our love was not the physical kind. Again, it wasn't allowed, nor did I think we needed that yet. We loved each other through stolen glances, long talks, music, and poetry. We connected on a level at which I never knew had existed. She opened my eyes to a new world, a world that was filled with HER.
             My conscious was eating me away. You'd think I had some sort of muscular atrophy from the way that I felt. She made me DISSOLVE. Just the thought of her made my heart sing and my lungs ache for air. It hurt, but it hurt soo good.
        
          Then again, did my happiness really outweigh her well being? Our secret could only be kept for so long. She did not deserve what she would have to face when we were found out.
            I looked over in her direction; the clouds shifted and her pale face was just visible in the faint starlight. Leaves swirled among our feet, the whole woods stirring for just a moment.
          "I've been thinking," she whispered, "and there is no way that we can go on like this, it's too dangerous. My parents, your brother, the church! They-"
          "I know," I breathed, cutting her off. "I was thinking the same thing."
     


     Oh I wish I'd never cut her off there. I would give anything to hear that sweet voice again.
    "Well, what are we gonna do? I can't lose you Peter, not again, the pain it caused me to have you gone like that...I just can't take it. I'm broken enough as it is with everything else going on."
          "Like you said though, it can't continue, can it? There are no viable solutions here..."
          My heart was in my throat. Speaking was not an easy task as I held back my choking sobs. She was beautiful. I loved her.
        
     No
     I didn't. I couldn't. It's not right, it's not allowed. If I kept repeating that to myself, perhaps it'd take on a semblance of truth. I did NOT love her. I didn't.
         "I...I just don't know, what if we eloped? It could work, we could do it and get away from all of this for good." she said.
        "No, I couldnt do that to you! Our lives are here."
          "It's worth it," she said. "Peter. I love you." she moved in closer to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her mouth to my neck. In that moment, everything was alright.
         Suddenly, a light was visible through the brush. Someone was here. There was a scuffling noise, and then a figure burst out into our small little opening, dragging behind him a very large sack. We backed away, and then she screamed.
          Within seconds the man had grasped her arm and pushed her up against the tree.
       "Sorry Hun," he rasped, "can't risk gettin figgured out by some little kiddies in the woods."
        I could feel the pain in my own body as he slit her perfect throat. But wait, I really could feel it. His partner in crime, it seemed, had overtaken me as I struggled to get to her. My love for her--no I don't  love her--pushed me on towards her screaming. The other man was too strong.The last thing I saw as I hit the ground was a strange red light.
           That red light was the last thing I ever saw.
          I've had all this time now to think of what-ifs and why-couldn't-we-haves that this all almost seems like a story.
        Almost. That night was real though. Our love was real. I just know it. And until this darkness surrounding me lifts, I can never, ever win this war being waged inside of my body. Or, my conscience. Whatever I was. I knew for certain that I was no longer living, but where was I? What was I?
       

Top Ten Songs

Top Song - The Grand Finale by Set It Off
Top Ten:

2) Let it Be- The Beatles
3) Bohemian Rhapsody-Queen

4) One Headlight- The Wallflowers 

5) You Are the Sunshine of My Life-Stevie Wonder

6) Come On Eileen-Dexy's Midnight Runners

7) Redemption Song-Bob Marley

8) I Wanna Be Sedated-Ramones

9) Tiny Dancer-Elton John

10) Roxanne-(Moulin Rouge soundtrack version)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUOEXKcFJBA&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Above is the singer, Cody Carson's description of the song and how he wrote it.

Lyrics:

He plants his feet remaining still
A front row seat to incomparable thrill
Reflecting on anything he had ever craved
The sunrise never seemed so sweet,
Entranced by the final ocean breeze,
As the world beneath him starts to shake

Run, run
Run to the hills
Leave behind your dollar bills
The value of paper means nothing now
When everything around you is crumbling down

While finding shelter for the end
They begin reflecting on everything
I mean everything
All the life they spent till then

She turns the page in frantic despair
While hoping that auspicious answers are there
She calls off the search
Accepts her fate
Sits by the window no will to escape

Stay, stay
Right where you are
While death waits outside your door
The sirens are screaming
They're letting you know
To sit back relax and enjoy the show

While finding shelter for the end
They begin reflecting on everything
I mean everything
All the life they spent till then
As rock and ash fall from the sky
So surreal
They hold on to anything
I mean anything
Hoping that life won't pass them by

Non-existing answers
We are now condemned my friends
This is the end

Stay, stay
Right where you are
While death waits outside your door

While finding shelter for the end
They begin reflecting on everything
I mean everything
All the life they spent till then
As rock and ash fall from the sky
So surreal
They hold on to anything
I mean anything
Hoping that life won't pass them by

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Fiction Story

                         

                Okay kid, here’s the story. It’s a story of a guy and a gal, common, trite little happy love story; I’ll bet you’re thinkin, right? Wrong. So, so wrong. Let me tell you what happened. All of this craziness went down about a year ago, and things were good at the start. None of us had any problems with each other. Me? Well my life was just grand. We had no problems, things were good, carefree.    
              That one day though, that’s when it all went south.    

              We see a man-he’s neither old nor young-and by the looks of it, he has money. He ducks into a large black car. It’s a Cadillac with a wide bumper and classic design. We hear the soft thump of the car door closing, and it peels away quickly disappearing around the corner.      
             It’s late morning now, a little after eleven AM. There is a brisk feeling to the air, it is just cold enough to make you wish you had a coat, but sunny enough that you are fine without. You can feel the anticipation. Something big is about to start here, it’s just this hunch you have. We are situated in front of a large and old stone building. The same black Cadillac as before slows to a stop, the gravel of the enormous driveway crunching under the wheels. The door opens and a man, presumably the same man as before, (we cannot yet see his face) steps out and leisurely takes his time up the walk; glancing up at the foliage around him, stopping to adjust his coat. 
             He is dressed in a somewhat peculiar manner, however, it is very befitting of the way he is carrying himself; poised, dignified. A bowler hat sits atop his dark hair, and he has a crisp pair of pinstripe slacks on. He holds a cane, yet walks with no apparent limp. It adds a certain finesse to his image though, and is obviously intended to give that effect.
He walks into the building, and now we are back where we started.
It was in the beginning of November if I’m remembering right. This guy I mentioned… the one who the story is about? Yeah, well this day was the day that his business had been runnin for 3 years. It was going pretty well, or at least we thought, but I guess he was up to his eyeballs in financial problems. The guy, let’s call him Knife, had this knack for conniving money out of people. He was sneaky; he made ya think that everything was a million times better than it was.

          Knife had worked for me ever since he was a little kid, and his parents didn't have much money. Even if they did I've got this feelin that he would've been pretty much on his own anyways, cause he always seemed to be independant. He was always a good kid from the start, I never figured out why he got to being so conniving. 

So anyways, I was real proud of him when he opened up that business. In a world where things always seem to go wrong he managed to have them go right. It was a good feeling; gave everyone a little more hope. Well, at least before we realized what a bandit Knife was. 

            We are inside the large building now, and the man walks up the staircase and down to an ornate doorway at the end of the hallway. Hesitantly, he knocks on the door. 

         "Come in!" speaks a slightly muffled voice. The fact that the speaker is female-and expecting him- is apparent by her tone and the man's reaction. The room is handsome and thoughtfully furnished. A woman is seated on a black couch, and springs up at the sight of him. (Perhaps this is not whom she was expecting to meet) 
          "Oh," she whispered "OH!" Louder this time. "But wait, you didn't go through with it?"

Backmasking vs Reverse Speech

             The use of backmasking and reverse speech in music has been openly criticized and controversial since its start. Through listening to a song played in reverse rather than forward, as all songs are intended, people have found secret “messages” and references, be them intentional or not. Occasionally, one will hear a song where forwards it only sounds like gibberish yet in reverse the phrases make complete sense. This is intentional backmasking. When the words make sense going forwards, but are then reversed and still seem to make out coherent phrases, this is reverse speech, and it is hard to tell whether this is always intentional or merely an odd coincidence. Oftentimes, these messages are referencing satanic praise and have vulgar meaning, so this adds to the controversy of the whole situation. As this reversal of music became more popular, more and more of these backmasked and intended messages were heard, usually, it seems, parodying the ideas of those who abhorred the “Devil’s music.”         

            Backmasking grew to be more and more prevalent in music when people began to find their own examples, and clearly many of the ones created after all of the dissention regarding this backwards music were flat-out mockery, or very specifically placed in order to be found. Electric Light Orchestra was accused of referencing Satan on their song Eldorado, so later they added messages to their songs as a way of creating a joke. In the reversal of the song “Fire On High” the words say “The music is reversible, but time is not. Turn back! Turn back!” and their album appropriately titled Secret Messages has one point where it says “You’re playing me backwards.” These examples clearly display the backmasking used in the songs. Another blatant demonstration of backmasking can be seen in Choking Victim’s song “Hate Yer State” where played forwards, the whole start of the song makes no sense, and in reverse one can hear firstly a great deal of swearing and then “So stay in school, say no to drugs, oh yeah! Hail Satan! Good night boys and girls, pleasant dreams." Considering all of the accusations placed on artists for corrupting the youth with satanic references, and the fact that this was recorded very intentionally to be heard in reverse, it is safe to say that this example is most likely a mockery of how people can make something out of nothing. Chiodos even put in their album lyrics that the beginning of their song The Lover and The Liar was meant to be played in reverse.     

            Reverse Speech in song is something that people have debated over greatly. Sometimes such as in Eminem’s song “My Name Is” when you play a part of it in reverse one can make out the words, “It’s Eminem” repeatedly, and this was probably figured out through trial to make the words work to be coherent whether they were played forwards or backwards. The same goes for the song “Another One Bites the Dust” where in reverse these words seem to sound a lot like “It’s fun to smoke marijuana.” Presumably this was intentional and listening to it forwards and hearing how specific the diction is makes that more apparent. However in the song Umbrella by Rhianna, people claim that she intentionally uses reverse speech to say “He is taking my faith, he is murdering,” and that it is secretly about being possessed by the devil. This, in honesty, is very hard to back-up as it is difficult to hear. Also, to do something like this without simply recording ones voice in reverse and putting it in the song, but in the forward LYRICS, it takes a deliberate delivery of those words, and she did not write the song. Therefore, how could these “messages” have been delivered properly? This is one situation where it seems as though somebody was reading into the reversed phrases too much.

            Where backmasking is something that is always intended, yet not always crystal clear, reverse speech faces much more judgment. Sometimes it appears that the hype about these hidden messages caused people to hear more than was really there, and to make connections to satanic things when these connections do not truly exist. If the majority of the people we encounter daily do not secretly praise the devil or openly worship him, what makes it justifiable that so many musicians would partake in a satanic faith? A few of the examples may truly be subliminally corrupt and definite references to the devil, but the number of songs and artists that people have discovered, they think, to have done this looks a bit too high. Every human is entitled to their own opinions though, and some simply hear things that others do not. Unless a song clearly says something if the artist owns up to the claims against them, reverse speech and backmasking will always be debatable.

Comparative Analysis

Sadness envelops people every day. When we feel depressed, we often feel like we have nobody to turn to when really, we are never alone. There will always be somebody out there willing to help you; you just need to find them. “Dream Run,” by Parkway Drive and “Not Alone” by Before Their Eyes polarize the darkness of life with the fact that you’ve gotta go and face it today, because you are never alone.

Each song has narrative influences where they tell stories of hardships and struggles. Parkway Drive sings “Dear girl, there is a world that stands between us and them/See this was never about giving up, just giving in.” The subject of the song has to fight against the whole (metaphorical) world to get to where she needs to be. When they speak of giving in, they are talking about how some people just succumb to the pressures around them for they do not have the strength to fight back. Similarly, Before Their Eyes says “Reality stung, the whiskey bottle was dry/ Daddy would scream,/ Cause he is diseased and haunted all the time,/ Big girls don't cry” The girl who is the subject here has a father who we presume is an alcoholic. She does not cry though and takes it. When they say that reality stung, this is personifying the idea of reality to be something that can hurt you, as opposed to an imagined happy time. The darker side of both songs is how people who face sadness often do not know where to go, and as said in “Dream Run”, “you only live once/ But you spend your whole life dying.” They are comparing how some do not take control of their lives and just waste them on sadness.

 Another, opposite idea, featured in these songs is that people must make that move to better their own lives, no matter how bad things appear. The tones of both songs imply that you need to live your life and face the hardships, and to not give in. In “Not Alone,” the singer says that “You’ve gotta stop running away…you’ve gotta break through, /make it on your own.” This uplifting and supportive tone and words let the subject know that they need to keep pushing forward and making the best of your life. In “Dream Run” it says “You're not alone/ You only live once/ So when it comes crashing, know you're not alone” Parkway Drive also uses this idea that you are not alone when bad things happen, but you need to take charge of them because you only have one life. Dream Run and Not Alone both talk about how you need to get over your struggles and fears and live your life, and how if you do that, there will always be somebody willing to help.

                The two songs both show how you are never alone in your struggles unless you choose to be.  They have parts that are in a narrative-like form to tell of problems that people face, and say that you need to fight back instead of giving in. Dream Run takes a slightly darker and less optimistic approach, however, where Not Alone is more positive. For each parallel in the songs there is also a difference, for they are not the same song. Not Alone has a much softer approach than Dream Run, yet they still manage to portray the same general idea.

Desolation Row

   

        I figured I would analyze a Bob Dylan song. Problem was, my theme-genre of Defying Authority in Pop Punk and Post Hardcore doesn't really include his style. Luckily, I remembered the Bob Dylan Tribute Album: Chimes of Freedom. It just so happened that one of the seventy-something covers fit my themed genre. So, although this cover is a shortened version of the song, it's an interesting one to analyze, and could be looked at from many perspectives. 
Lyrics: Desolation Row (My Chemical Romance) Originally by Bob Dylan

They're selling postcards of the hanging
Where they're painting the passports brown
Yeah, the beauty parlor's filled with sailors
The circus is in town

Oh now but here comes the blind commissioner
Well, they got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other's in his pants

And the riot squad, they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"Well, it takes one to know one," she smiles
And she puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style

Now but in comes Romeo moaning
"You belong to me I believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"

And then only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now at midnight all the agents
And super-human crew
Go out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do

They gonna bring 'em to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene!

Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that no one is escaping
To Desolation Row

'Cause right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no letters, no
Not unless you gotta mail them
From Desolation Row
         Adopting a very different style for the delivery of Desolation Row, and shifting from first to second person viewpoints, My Chemical Romance utilizes a constant narrative, pessimistic tone, and meaningful allusion to display how they fought the law, but the law won. 
       The song is in a narrative form, like a story, so one gets the idea of what is happening chronologically. It is in the first person point of view, and they are describing the characters in the song's fight against those opposing them. "Go out and round up everyone/that knows more than they do/They gonna bring em to the factory,"  sings Gerard in the covered version. They are telling a story, and the story they tell shows the listener the struggle that the subjects of the song are facing.  This format is constant throughout, until the end where he switches to second person and says "don't send me no letters," so it becomes his story rather than simply one he was telling about anyone. This aids in conveying that universal idea of trying to fight the law. 
       The tone is pessimistic, for the speaker seems to have lost all hope. He sings, "and then only sound that's left/After the ambulances go/is Cinderella sweeping up/on Desolation Row," nothing else was left. He is saying so much wrongdoing occurs there that by the time everything is cleared up there is nobody there anymore. "And the riot squad, they're restless/they need somewhere to go," his tone is not cheerful, but wary and unoptimistic. He sees no way out from what is happening. Thus, the tone helps in displaying that idea of defying their authorities and failing, because they do not have that optimism any longer.
       Allusion plays a key role in this song as well. The singer speaks of Romeo, Cinderella, and a Blind Commissioner. Romeo was someone who went against his parents wishes and secretly married his lover. His spiteful act of defiance cost him his life, so this allusion might be hinting at how it is not always worth it to "stick it to the man". However, Cinderella, also alluded to in the song, went against her stepmother and ended up living a happy life. She did pay the price of losing her shoe though, and risked never meeting her true love again. The Blind Commissioner mentioned could be someone turning a blind eye to wrong deeds, and has an evil nature. This person would be abusing his power as well as the system, and with this opposition that is rigged, the subjects of the song are bound to lose. 
       Desolation Row is a great song with many different meanings and interpretations. There are multiple devices heavily present throughout the song, yet allusion, tone, and narrative most clearly displayed the universal idea of defiance to opposition, and then failure. The idea behind the song could also be something more surreal, and how evil reigns over all that humans do, with our nature to disobey and fight. 

Tone Analysis

Tonal Analysis in Theme-Genre
Set It Off - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead lyrics

It's the same, each and every night
Glare at my screen with two big bloodshot eyes
I'm stuck self torturing

My meds are failing me
Internal clock in smithereens
Can't fix this, I'm hopeless

My eyes are stapled opened wide
As I lay down on my side
I am bouncing off these walls

Notice my hands begin to twitch
Unprovoked assaulting of my conscious wit
Me and the TV are enemies
Sickening static surrounds my mind
I'm losing time and realizing that
After days of thought

I'm stuck self torturing
My meds are failing me
Internal clock in smithereens
Can't fix this, I'm hopeless

My eyes are stapled opened wide
As I lay down on my side
I am bouncing off these walls

As I focus on the clock, try to feel but I can not
I should strap myself in bed
I guess I'll sleep when I am dead

Talk to myself,
Lie in the darkness so content
As the Sun begins to rise
I can barely shut my eyes
This crazed delirious mess
Laughing at everything I see
My sanity is spent
Just tell me where my time went
I'm losing it

Attention:
All insomniacs please raise your right hand
And kindly repeat after me
I guess I'll sleep when I am dead

Cause I'm stuck self torturing
My meds are failing me
Internal clock in smithereens
Can't fix this, I'm hopeless

My eyes are stapled oWened wide
As I lay down on my side
I am bouncing off these walls

As I focus on the clock, try to feel but I can not
I should strap myself in bed
I guess I'll sleep when I am dead
I guess I'll sleep when I am

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          Shifting from a quick-paced and fierce instrumental to a much softer one for parts in I'll Sleep When I Am Dead, Set It Off utilizes internal first person perspective, crazed imagery, and effective hyperbole to display a bitter and indignant tone towards his insomnia.
          The first person point of view seen is told from the mind of the speaker. The perspective of being in his mind helps to connect the listener to his emotions and give a better idea of how his sleep-deprivation has affected him. He sings "I'm stuck self-torturing/My meds are failing me/Internal clock in smithereens/can't fix this, I'm hopeless," his tone here is very bitter and shows his animosity. He is desperate and the first person point of view gives the listener a deeper understanding by hearing his thoughts. This viewpoint conveys the time more precisely than any other would because it is really an internal battle he is fighting with his insomnia.
          The imagery in this song strengthens the main tone and idea, for the mental picture one created through listening is one of despair and anger. The speaker says "Notice my hands begin to twitch/...Sickening static surrounds my mind," the imagery here is best described as crazed and hectic. One imagines exact man in whom has a very troubled demeanor. The imagery serves to bring you to understand the song more deeply. The words "sickening static surrounds" are alliteration, they help to drive a point and make the imagery more effective. "I should strap myself in bed," is more imagery because one can picture him so set on getting rest that he is bound down almost comparable to a straightkacet. That can tie in with the bitterness and insanity in the tone.
         The hyperbole in this song strengthens the idea and tone of bitterness. The singer, Carson, says "My eyes are stapeled open wide," in an exaggeration to show just how wired he is and unable to sleep.

Song Analysis 10/16

This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race by Fall Out Boy
(Just for kicks, the misheard lyrics videos for this song are hilarious, I particularly like this one)

I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words 
And I don't really care which side wins 
As long as the room keeps singing  
That's just the business I'm in
 
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race 
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race 
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race 
I'm not a shoulder to cry on but I digress
I'm a leading man 
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
 
I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter)   
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep 
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like p-p-p-parties
 
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race  
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race 
Bandwagon's full, please, catch another
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate  
I'm a leading man 
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
 
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love 
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough 
Sing until your lungs give out
 
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race 
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Now you) 
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Sing out loud) 
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Oh, oh) 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
 
I'm a leading man 
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

      Shifting from first to second person point of view in This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race, Fall Out Boy utilizes effective figurative language, indifferent characterization, and a satiric tone to show that the industry is not all that it's made out to be, and someone is always fighting to be on top. 
         The tone of this song is somewhat mocking and condescending to a point, yet it is trying to prove something. The idea behind the pop-punk music scene was that they all partied and got along but Fall Out Boy sings "This ain't a scene, it a god damn arms race," which clearly gives the impression that that idea is not true. An important line is when he says "Bandwagon's full, please catch another," for this is very satiric in that it is telling people to not just jump on what everyone else says. He is sick of everybody agreeing with things that they do not understand. The singer, Patrick Stump, says "I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress," and his tone is one that is slightly acerbic, he does not pity anyone in the industry.
          The speaker of the song is characterized as someone who "wrote the gospel on giving up," and he is singing about the music scene and it's competitiveness. He says "And I don't really care which side wins...that's just the business I'm in," and this shows the great indifference he is trying to portray. 
He is attempting to point out how none of the people in their industry truly care what happens to them, so long as they are getting money. The speaker shifts from being a manager type until he is the member of the band, fighting to become number one, but he's given up.  He says "I'm a leading man, and the lies I weave are oh so intricate," they all make things up to better themselves, yet he is saying he almost no longer cares, because it isn't worth it.

            Figurative language plays a strong role in enhancing the universal idea of the song. Stump sings "At night we're painting your trash gold/while you sleep/Crashing not like hips or cars/no more like p-p-p-parties," which is a metaphor. They are saying that the idea is all of the people in the music "scene" go out and do ridiculous things as painting trash gold, simply because they're rich and they can, and partying. Another thing is when the song says "All the boys who the dance floor didn't love," and this is personification. A dance floor cannot love someone, yet they mean that these boys are ones who were never accepted into the popular group and scene. When it says "I am an arms dealer/fitting you with weapons in the form of words," this is a metaphor comparing the speaker (here a member high up in the music industry) to somebody who sells weapons, only in this case it is not a physical fight but one through speaking and sly moves. 

         Fall Out Boy's satiric indifference aids in giving a clear view on their opinion of the business that they're in. They use metaphor and personification to effectively drive their points as well. The mockery is also made more noticeable in how the speaker becomes the head music-man so to say, and how they sing about all the people who could not fit into the scene. Characterization, figurative language, and the tone of this song most strongly help to represent the main idea that it truly isn't a scene, but an arms race.

Soundtrack of My Life

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Theme-Genre Declaration

My themed genre of defying authority in pop punk and post hardcore music came about because these styles of music are one that I really enjoy listening to. I've found in most cases that among other themes, many songs seem to be about defying an authority figure, or otherwise "sticking it to the man". The Vans Warped Tour, featuring these styled bands each summer, was mostly how I got introduced to these genres, and from the start I really liked it. Pop punk and post hardcore is almost as an acquired taste, the more you listen, the deeper you get drawn in. The reason I like it so much, i think, is because it is so different from what one usually hears on the radio. It has a more raw sound, therefore making it more relatable. Because of this common recurrence of  defying authority being so relevant in a style of music I love, I decided it would be a good choice to write about.