DrWorm (drworm) wrote,

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"Hey, stay young and invincible..."

Part of me really thinks that I should have tried out for baccalaureate with this song. I don't know how I would have done it, exactly, but... it's the kind of song that makes me happy. It made me happy the first time I ever heard it.

Stay Young - Oasis

One way out is all you're ever gonna get
From those who'll hand it out; don't never let it upset you
Cos they'll put words into our mouths; they're making us feel so ashamed

Making us take the blame
Making us cold in the night
Making us question my heart and soul
And I think that it's not quite right

Hey! stay young and invincible
Cos we know just what we are
And come what may we're unstoppable
Cos we know just what we are

Feed your head with all the things you need
When you're hungry
Stay in bed and sleep all day as long as it's Sunday
Cos they'll put words into your mouth they're making you feel so ashamed

The other song that struck me as being really amazingly perfect for baccalaureate purposes is "No One is Alone" from Into the Woods. Which I actually have/had simplified, one person sheet music for and was even learning for chrissake. -___- I never think about these things. I mean, it's better than "The Impossible Dream", right?

No One is Alone - Stephen Sondheim

Mother cannot guide you.
Now you're on your own.
Only me beside you.
Still, you're not alone.
No one is alone. Truly.
No one is alone.
Sometimes people leave you
Halfway through the wood.
Others may deceive you.
You decide what's good.
You decide alone.
But no one is alone.

Mother isn't here now.
(Wrong things, right things.)
Who knows what she'd say?
(Who can say what's true?)
Nothing's quite so clear now.
(Do things, fight things,)
Feel you've lost your way?
(You decide, but)

You are not alone.
Believe me,
No one is alone
You move just a finger,
Say the slightest word,
Something's bound to linger,
Be heard.
No one acts alone.
No one is alone.
People make mistakes.
People make mistakes,
Holding to their own,
Thinking they're alone.
Honor their mistakes--
Everybody makes--
Fight for their mistakes--
One another's terrible mistakes.

Witches can be right, giants can be good.
You decide what's right, you decide what's good.

Just remember:
Someone is on your side.
Our side--
Someone else is not.
While we're seeing our side--
Maybe we forgot: they are not alone.
No one is alone.

Hard to see the light now.
Just don't let it go.
Things will come out right now.
We can make it so.
Someone is on your side--
(no one is alone)

Also, speaking of graduation performances... why did so many of the speeches just flat-out suck? Michael did good and so did Kevin. (I loved Kevin's speech. When did he get so amazing?) But, arrgh. The rest of them. Particularly Anya's. Vomit, vomit, could we think of anything more cheesy? It also bothered me that the prose style she used was similar to what I use for a lot of my less lucid writing. Grue, Moving Day, and Snail Spirals, more specifically. Manic and vaguely insane, where the focus is really on performance and sculpting the piece to move and flow with the emotions and the reading. In other words, pretentious drivel. :D Still, it's my pretentious drivel, yes? And she was there when I read SS... and she loved it. It just seemed to me as if she took that whole style and philosophy that I'd sort of individualized and built up for myself and used it to write what was ultimately a fairly laughable graduation speech. Kinda unsettled me. But I could always be wrong. Even if I don't think I am...

In other unimportant news... why do people out there in Internet-land still think I'm male? I mean... I know it can be difficult to tell in cyberspace. And I know I'm slightly more masculine than your average female. But, really... just because my name is DrWorm, that doesn't mean a damn thing. I'm convinced people still associate doctors with males and then just assume that I am also male, despite the fact that I am not an MD, nor do I have anything resembling a PhD. Arr. Or they associate with the song.

Also, I don't like the fact that I still wonder about how other people (on the Internet, for the love of Bob) react to my occasional lapses in intelligence. It almost makes me want to post some sort of credential list somewhere. Something like: "This person is not stupid, despite how it may appear at the moment. She scored a combined 1340 on her SATs, a 32 on her ACTs, is a National Merit Commended Student who scored in the 97% percentile on her PSATs, graduated from high school as a member of the top ten students in a class of nearly 300, and spent most of her elementary school years in and out of programs for gifted students. Her IQ falls somewhere in the low genius range. In other words, she can afford to act as idiotic as she wants."

Mmm, vanity.

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