• For those with wings fly to your dreams

    Stop this Train


    As with my personal blog, I suppose I figured I'd ended up posting a lyric post. When my words can't match the mood. I'm trying hard to get used to things here in Macon, but aside from the people at my job I'm always feeling like I'm being attacked just for being who I am. For being different, for rising above the stereotype, for just being me. The ghetto people give me looks and talk junk at me b/c I don't like rap, play golf, and refuse to put up with their foolishness. And some (more than I'm used to though) of the white people keep treating me like I'm going to still something. Seriously? is it 1968? not 2008 did I miss the "whites only" sign when I came in the door? Believe you me, I hate the thugs, wannabes, no goods not working and getting my tax money via food stamps and welfare, the rap music, the foul mouths, etc just as much as you do. For the first time in long time I'm really homesick.


    Stop this train by John Mayer
    From the Continuum LP

    O, I'm not colorblind
    I know the world is black and white
    I try to keep an open mind
    But I just can't sleep on this tonight

    Stop this train
    I want to get off
    And go home again
    I can't take the speed it's moving in
    I know I can't
    But honestly, won't someone stop this train?

    Don't know how else to say it
    I don't want to see my parents go
    One generation's length away
    From fighting life out on my own

    Stop this train
    I want to get off
    And go home again
    I can't take the speed it's moving in
    I know I can't
    But honestly, won't someone stop this train?

    So scared of getting older
    I'm only good at being young
    So I play the numbers game
    To find a way to say that life has just begun

    Had a talk with my old man
    Said "help me understand"
    He said "turn sixty-eight
    You renegotiate"

    "Don't stop this train
    Don't for a minute change the place you're in
    Don't think I couldn't ever understand
    I tried my hand
    John Jazz, honestly we'll never stop this train"

    Once in awhile, when it's good
    It'll feel like it should
    And they're all still around
    And you're still safe and sound
    And you don't miss a thing
    Till you cry when you're driving away in the dark
    Singing

    Stop this train
    I want to get off
    And go home again
    I can't take the speed it's moving in
    I know I can't
    Cause now I see I will never stop this train

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    I'm a 20-something Southern girl living in the San Francisco Bay Area. I've been working in the wild and wacky world of non-profit green construction in one way or the other for over 3 years. I'm also the owner of Oakland's own Engineered Cupcake.

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