1. Don't let me get me- Pink
2. Forever young
3. Life is a lemon, and I want my money back- Meatloaf
4. Bittersweet- Fantasia
5. Come back to me- David Cook
6. Lonely- Akon
7. Girl next door- Saving Jane
8. Pretty Wings- Maxwell
9. All about us- He is We
10. Complicated- Avril Lavine
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Disturbia
The ship turned eastward as I directed, after picking up the last of the prisoners, we were ready for the voyage. After being the captain of this ship for 5 years I knew how this worked; you pick up the convicts and they are assigned a chamber. No prisoners see each other except for filing on board, after that it's all in their jailers hands. I'm in charge of giving the orders of actions assigned to each cell holder, but I knew what they were. Torture chambers. The hostages were the survivors that remained after each city was invaded. That's how I got involved with the ship, but I wasn't viewed as a victim, I'm a leader.
Returning to my throne, I lit a cigarette to smell the scent of smoke instead of the lingering stench of burning villages. Instead of listening to the sounds of the ship creaking as we sailed, and the screams of those in the chambers, I motioned for the prisoner at my behest to play music for me to drown out the surroundings. As one of them started to play the African drums, I closed my eyes to let my mind wander, occasionally taking a drag of my cigarette. This vision of me being taken out of a chamber for torture overtook me. I was suddenly completely consumed and utterly entranced in my sight. What I saw was the haunting vision of me going to a room with multiple items strewn throughout. I recoiled at seeing myself in the mirror, touching my reflection to see if this was true. As I touched it, I crawled into the space of a coffee table with no glass interior, trying to jolt myself of this nightmare, I tried to wake myself. Eventually, I came back to reality and saw my cigarette was burned to the filter. Having no desire to be there, I got up to leave while passing by the twin men who told me my future. They always sat opposite to each other so their intuitions didn't mingle. I left to go to my room and lay down, suddenly being very light headed and extremely tired. As soon as I laid down, my sight went black and I opened my eyes in time to see myself being taken to a chamber where women formerly accused of black magic were taken to the stake and burned. You would only be burned partially so to be "taught a lesson to never do it again." As I made my way to the chamber, I tried to jolt myself awake again, but it didn't work, instead I was chained to the stake and watched as my surroundings caught fire. The smoke was so overpowering that I eventually fell unconscious. I awoke to the sound of men running to a chamber where a woman was being treated from fume exhaustion. There was a whole section of chambers involving fumes and chemicals, sometimes carbon monoxide, maybe ammonia fumes, sometimes when left unattended, people are overdone with the chemicals and pass out. I dismissed it and went to my throne, settling down to await the days events. Nodding off, I suddenly was almost blind, my eyesight was blurred and sharp at the same time. I heard voices and saw movements even though it was just me and my guards. I had to be locked up since my black magic backfired and caused me eternal sight, or clairvoyance. I saw and heard things that weren't really there, and had to suffer. Sitting in my cage, I had an overwhelming wave of anxiety take over me and suddenly wanted to tear out of my body to get away from the pain. I collapsed from trauma and awoke in my seat.
I had the same sense of anxiety pass over me in my waking life, now being distressed over which life was reality or dream. I tried to make sense of it all, trying to decipher the meanings. I got up to take a walk around the halls when suddenly, I was being grabbed and taken to the chambers. I started screaming 'let go of me" but none of them obeyed my commands. I suddenly wasn't myself and opened my eyes to the fact my limbs were (excluding my head) inside the walls while feeling things crawling on me. They were spiders, poisonous and with enormous fangs. Trying to escape was failing at every attempt, and eventually I scared one the creatures so much it bit me. My head was spinning and I fell unconscious, but this time when I woke up, I wasn't myself, I was the prisoner I've been dreaming about, but instead of being in my chamber, I was in a, what seemed to be, evaluation room for psychotic patients,
A woman dressed in all white came in to give me my examination results. "It seems as though the medication I gave you is starting to wear off, and your progression is retreating." I looked at her confused. "You are fully delusional, schizophrenic, and have a severe case of multiple personality disorder. For the past 5 years, the imaginary place you lived in has taken over. You've convinced yourself that you were a captain to a ship taking prisoners. The story, and events that occurred, worry me, and you've fallen under almost complete delusion about 2 days ago. It seems you've written about your daily activities as torture treatments. What I'm trying to say is I'm afraid that we have no choice but to put you in solitary confinement " The last word I heard before leaving the room permanently was "disturbia" which is the state of mind I'm in. Now I will live in my "dream world" forever according to my examiner.
Returning to my throne, I lit a cigarette to smell the scent of smoke instead of the lingering stench of burning villages. Instead of listening to the sounds of the ship creaking as we sailed, and the screams of those in the chambers, I motioned for the prisoner at my behest to play music for me to drown out the surroundings. As one of them started to play the African drums, I closed my eyes to let my mind wander, occasionally taking a drag of my cigarette. This vision of me being taken out of a chamber for torture overtook me. I was suddenly completely consumed and utterly entranced in my sight. What I saw was the haunting vision of me going to a room with multiple items strewn throughout. I recoiled at seeing myself in the mirror, touching my reflection to see if this was true. As I touched it, I crawled into the space of a coffee table with no glass interior, trying to jolt myself of this nightmare, I tried to wake myself. Eventually, I came back to reality and saw my cigarette was burned to the filter. Having no desire to be there, I got up to leave while passing by the twin men who told me my future. They always sat opposite to each other so their intuitions didn't mingle. I left to go to my room and lay down, suddenly being very light headed and extremely tired. As soon as I laid down, my sight went black and I opened my eyes in time to see myself being taken to a chamber where women formerly accused of black magic were taken to the stake and burned. You would only be burned partially so to be "taught a lesson to never do it again." As I made my way to the chamber, I tried to jolt myself awake again, but it didn't work, instead I was chained to the stake and watched as my surroundings caught fire. The smoke was so overpowering that I eventually fell unconscious. I awoke to the sound of men running to a chamber where a woman was being treated from fume exhaustion. There was a whole section of chambers involving fumes and chemicals, sometimes carbon monoxide, maybe ammonia fumes, sometimes when left unattended, people are overdone with the chemicals and pass out. I dismissed it and went to my throne, settling down to await the days events. Nodding off, I suddenly was almost blind, my eyesight was blurred and sharp at the same time. I heard voices and saw movements even though it was just me and my guards. I had to be locked up since my black magic backfired and caused me eternal sight, or clairvoyance. I saw and heard things that weren't really there, and had to suffer. Sitting in my cage, I had an overwhelming wave of anxiety take over me and suddenly wanted to tear out of my body to get away from the pain. I collapsed from trauma and awoke in my seat.
I had the same sense of anxiety pass over me in my waking life, now being distressed over which life was reality or dream. I tried to make sense of it all, trying to decipher the meanings. I got up to take a walk around the halls when suddenly, I was being grabbed and taken to the chambers. I started screaming 'let go of me" but none of them obeyed my commands. I suddenly wasn't myself and opened my eyes to the fact my limbs were (excluding my head) inside the walls while feeling things crawling on me. They were spiders, poisonous and with enormous fangs. Trying to escape was failing at every attempt, and eventually I scared one the creatures so much it bit me. My head was spinning and I fell unconscious, but this time when I woke up, I wasn't myself, I was the prisoner I've been dreaming about, but instead of being in my chamber, I was in a, what seemed to be, evaluation room for psychotic patients,
A woman dressed in all white came in to give me my examination results. "It seems as though the medication I gave you is starting to wear off, and your progression is retreating." I looked at her confused. "You are fully delusional, schizophrenic, and have a severe case of multiple personality disorder. For the past 5 years, the imaginary place you lived in has taken over. You've convinced yourself that you were a captain to a ship taking prisoners. The story, and events that occurred, worry me, and you've fallen under almost complete delusion about 2 days ago. It seems you've written about your daily activities as torture treatments. What I'm trying to say is I'm afraid that we have no choice but to put you in solitary confinement " The last word I heard before leaving the room permanently was "disturbia" which is the state of mind I'm in. Now I will live in my "dream world" forever according to my examiner.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Love song similarities.
I decided to compare To Be With You- Mr. Big, and More Than Words- Extreme, both my favorite songs, both my favorite bands, both love songs. They both take the view point of showing love, rather than saying it, which is so very romantic in my opinion. They both state how either they will show love, or want to be shown love, and that "I love you" is not going to cut it. Extreme is, not only the most amazing band (with the most handsome members), but they are also a very profound band that, in their time, were looked up to. The songs differ however because of the approach, it seems that in the Extreme song the angle is that they are already dating and he doesn't want her to tell him, it's just that it'd be easier for her to show him rather than speak the words. Then, in Mr. Big's song, he's not with a significant other, but he wants to be, and he's saying that if they were together (which they should) that he would show her the love she never was given.
Shifting from initial intent to suggestive opinion, both the songs To Be With You- Mr. Big, and More Than Words- Extreme suggest that saying "I love you" to someone is not as effective as showing someone, because actions mean more than words. If yo tell someone who has been hurt by love that you love them, it won't mean as much, because they heard it and were hurt. However, if you show them you love them, that will mean so much more because they never were shown love. They are both suggesting to be more romantic and show love and affection as opposed to just saying it, because words only go so far.
Shifting from initial intent to suggestive opinion, both the songs To Be With You- Mr. Big, and More Than Words- Extreme suggest that saying "I love you" to someone is not as effective as showing someone, because actions mean more than words. If yo tell someone who has been hurt by love that you love them, it won't mean as much, because they heard it and were hurt. However, if you show them you love them, that will mean so much more because they never were shown love. They are both suggesting to be more romantic and show love and affection as opposed to just saying it, because words only go so far.
Plagiarizing
1. An act or instance of using or closely imitating the language and thoughts of another author without authorization and the representation of that author's work as one's own, as by not crediting the original author. (Dictionary.com)
2. One example of true plagiarism, that to this day still pisses me off, is the song "Take it off" by Ke$ha. She completely ripped off the old rhyme that my generation, or probably even the older generations sang.
"On the planet Mars
Where the ladies smoke cigars
Every puff they take
Is enough to kill a snake
When the snake is dead
They put roses in their head
When the roses die
They put diamonds in their eye
When the diamonds break
Then it's time to bake a cake
When the cake is done
It is 1981"
3. Songs that sound similar, coincidentally, are the music in California Girls by Katy Perry and Tik Tok by Kesha. They have the same chords and instrumental sounds exactly, the only difference is that Kesha's has more instruments over hers. Even the words sound like they are sung the same in the chorus, they are exactly alike. This is exactly where I heard it from as well, and it's accurate. The guitar and drum are exactly the same and that is my case.
2. One example of true plagiarism, that to this day still pisses me off, is the song "Take it off" by Ke$ha. She completely ripped off the old rhyme that my generation, or probably even the older generations sang.
"On the planet Mars
Where the ladies smoke cigars
Every puff they take
Is enough to kill a snake
When the snake is dead
They put roses in their head
When the roses die
They put diamonds in their eye
When the diamonds break
Then it's time to bake a cake
When the cake is done
It is 1981"
3. Songs that sound similar, coincidentally, are the music in California Girls by Katy Perry and Tik Tok by Kesha. They have the same chords and instrumental sounds exactly, the only difference is that Kesha's has more instruments over hers. Even the words sound like they are sung the same in the chorus, they are exactly alike. This is exactly where I heard it from as well, and it's accurate. The guitar and drum are exactly the same and that is my case.
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