An Update from yours truely.

So in lieu of my friend, Laura, getting a blog, I've decided to update so she has something to read. It'll be something awesome, too, so that she can appreciate it. I guess I'll update all the readers about my life for those who don't really care enough to call (it's better that you don't) or check in.

My spring break is next week and I'm psyched about that. I get to go down to Philadelphia after I interview for a job I hope to get this summer. Today I had an interview for the Lambda Sigma National Honor Society. Based on the reactions of my interviewers, I have a great chance of getting in. I basically talked about my role in my student government for 10 minutes and they ate that up.

This is tougher than I thought. I don't really like talking about my life because it's always boring for me to talk about. Maybe I'll go back to posting about politics and society or my current entertainment. I'm currently listening to P.O.S. who is by far the best rapper today that no one will ever hear about. And he makes listeners remember that rap is not about the beat but the message!

Top Ten iTunes Playlist

Just for fun.

1. One Week - Barenaked Ladies -- 96 Plays
2. Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5 -- 83
3. A Pirate Looks at 40 - Jimmy Buffett -- 80
4. The Anthem - Good Charlotte -- 69
5. Bob Robert's Society Band - Jimmy Buffett -- 68
6. Thanks for the Memories - Fall Out Boy -- 62
7. Numb - Linkin Park -- 59
8. Falling for the First Time - Barenaked Ladies -- 56
9. He Went to Paris - Jimmy Buffett -- 56
10. A little Love and Luck - Jimmy Buffett -- 56

Masters of War

I learned of this song when I was doing some extra research on Bob Dylan for my American Studies Class, and I absolutely love it. Bob Dylan is a master lyricist and probably the best American Lyricist ever. Here's the song:

Come you masters of war, You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes, You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls, You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know, I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin', But build to destroy
You play with my world, Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand, And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther, When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old, You lie and deceive
A world war can be won, You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes, And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water, That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers, For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch, When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion, As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies, And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear, That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children, Into the world
For threatening my baby, Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood, That runs in your veins

How much do I know, To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young, You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know, Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never, Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question, Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness, Do you think that it could
I think you will find, When your death takes its toll
All the money you made, Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die, And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket, In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered, Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave, 'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

What I like most about this song is the almost universal context that its delivered. It was obviously written on the brink of the Vietnam War. However, the lyrics can be compared to any war that we've ever had (give or take technological differences). And this is especially relevant to our current situation.

Unfortunately, Bob Dylan isn't really a good singer, and in my opinion his voice doesn't do justice to his lyrics. So I would highly recommend listening to Pearl Jam's version.