America is not going to be destroyed…

“What are you talking about? America is not going to be destroyed.”

“Never? Rome was destroyed, Greece was destroyed, Persia was destroyed, Spain was destroyed.
All great countries are destroyed. Why not yours? How much longer do you think your own country will last? Forever?”

This quote is from Rise Against’s song Survivor’s Guilt.  Originally the talking part is from the movie version of Catch-22.

I’m kind of obsessed with it right now.

Dream – Priscilla Ahn

I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I’m supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.

Now I’m old and feeling grey. I don’t know what’s left to say about this life I’m willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there’s many tales I’ve lived to tell. I’m ready now, I’m ready now, I’m ready now to fly from the highest wing.

I had a dream

==I heard this song in Bride Wars and I liked it… The version I have does not have the harmonica but this one is still good.  I like the innocence of the song… Makes me believe in fairytales again…

45 – Shinedown

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you’re told
Keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man’s heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart.

And I’m staring down the barrel of a 45,
I’m swimming through the ashes of another life
There’s no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45.

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There’s a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight.

What ever happened to the young man’s heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart.

== Right now this song has me entranced.