My Top Ten Song List : Number 2.

Now down to number two on my list of songs, and this one actually is probably far left field from all the other songs, but the words to me are raw and powerful.  To anyone that has suffered depression or addiction the words to this song make me feel like you aren’t alone.  That there is hope and change, if you want it bad enough.

Eminem – Not Afraid.

I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid (Yeah)
To take a stand, It’s been a ride
Everybody, I guess I had to
Go to that place
To get to this one
Now some of you
Might still be in that place
If you’re tryin’ to get out
Just follow me,
I’ll get you there

You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay ’em
But you won’t take the sting out these words before I say ’em
‘Cause ain’t no way I’m a let you stop me from causin’ mayhem
When I say I’m a do somethin’ I do it,
I don’t give a damn what you think,
I’m doin’ this for me, so fuck the world, feed it beans,
It’s gassed up, if it thinks it’s stoppin’ me
I’m a be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I’m tearin’ down your balcony
No if ands or buts, don’t try to ask him why or how can he
From “Infinite” down to the last “Relapse” album he’s still shittin’,
Whether he’s on salary paid hourly until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He’s married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he’s got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt,
And fuck the whole universe

I’m not afraid (I’m not afraid)
To take a stand (To take a stand)
Everybody (Everybody)
Come take my hand come (Come take my hand)
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just letting you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel like you’ve been down the same road

Okay quit playin’ with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn’t have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it’s a rap
You said you was king,
You lied through your teeth, for that fuck your feelings,
Instead of gettin’ crowned you’re gettin’ capped, and to the fans,
I’ll never let you down again, I’m back
I promise to never go back on that promise,
In fact, let’s be honest, that last “Relapse” CD was eh
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain’t goin’ back to that now
All I’m tryin’ to say is get back, click-clack, blow ’cause I ain’t playin’ around
It’s a game called circle and I don’t know how,
I’m way too up to back down
But I think I’m still tryin’ to figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn’t, this fuckin’ black cloud
Still follows, me around but it’s time to exercise these demons
These muh’fuckers are doin’ jumpin’ jacks now

I’m not afraid (I’m not afraid)
To take a stand (To take a stand)
Everybody (Everybody)
Come take my hand come (Come take my hand)
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just letting you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel like you’ve been down the same road

And I just can’t keep living this way
So starting today,
I’m breaking out of this cage
I’m standing up, I’m a face my demons
I’m manning up, I’m a hold my ground
I’ve had enough, now I’m so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now (now)

It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
For you, so I could come back a brand new me you helped see me through
And don’t realize what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers and drop dead,
No more bee flingers, no more drama from now on,
I promise to focus solely on handlin’ my responsibilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters and raise it,
You couldn’t lift a single shingle on it! ‘Cause the way I feel,
I’m strong enough to go to the club or the corner pub,
And lift the whole liquor counter up ’cause I’m raising the bar
I’d shoot for the moon but I’m too busy gazin’ at stars, I feel amazing and I’m not

I’m not afraid (I’m not afraid)
To take a stand (To take a stand)
Everybody (Everybody)
Come take my hand come (Come take my hand)
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just letting you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel like you’ve been down the same road

Neil Young – Old Man.

Saturday night….a glass of wine and listening to Neil Young.  Can’t get better than this.

“Old Man”

Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there’s so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don’t get lost.
Like a coin that won’t get tossed
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that’s true.

Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn’t mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.

I’ve been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I’m all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that’s true.

Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.

 

David Bowie – Young Americans

A real classic for a Friday night.  David Bowie’s Young Americans.  Nothing beats this classic, that showed his diversity and ability to change through the Seventies.  Enjoy!

~RB~

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
“Gee my life’s a funny thing, am I still too young?”
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she’d have taken anything, but

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she’ll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries “Where have all Papa’s heroes gone?”

All night
She wants a young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
“We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?”

All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
For even yesterday?

Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto ’bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain’t that close to love?
Well, ain’t that poster love?
Well, it ain’t that Barbie doll
Her heart’s been broken just like you have

All night
All night was a young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
All right you want the young American

You ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler
A pimp’s got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black’s got respect, and white’s got his Soul Train
Mama’s got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain’t there a man you can say no more?
And, ain’t there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain’t there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain’t you proud that you’ve still got faces?
Ain’t there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?

All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American, young American whoa whoa

Young American, young American
I want what you want
I want what you want
You want more
I want you
You want I
I want you
I want what you want
But you want what you want
You want I
I want you
And all I want is a young American
Young American

Songwriter: David Bowie.