Song I wrote inspired by the threads on here pointing fingers at the opposite sex.

Included are readings from Luigi Pirandello's "Six Characters In Search Of An Author". It was one of the only pieces of literature I enjoyed in my world lit class.

"FATHER: Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of diginity, but we know only too well all the unspeakable things that go on in the heart. We surrender, we give in to temptation: but afterwards we rise up out of it very quickly, in a desperate hurry to rebuild our dignity, whole and firm as if it were a gravestone that would cover every sign and memory of our shame, and hide it from even our own eyes. Everyone's like that, only some of us haven't the courage to talk about it.

STEPDAUGHTER: But they've all got the courage to do it!

FATHER: Yes! But only in secret! That's why it takes more courage to talk about it! Because if a man does talk about it-what happens then?-everybody says he's a cynic. And it's simply not true; he's just like everybody else; only better perhaps, because he's not afraid to use his intelligence to point out the blushing shame of human bestiality, that man, the beast, shuts his eyes to, trying to pretend it doesn't exist. And what about woman-what is she like? (Bridge) (Chorus) ...She looks at you invitingly, teasingly. You take her in your arms. But as soon as she feels your arms round her she closes her eyes. It's the sign of her mission, the sign by which she says to a man, "Blind yourself--I'm blind!""

BRIDGE:
Do what you say and say what you do.
Anything else would make a fool out of you.
Fool out of me; why can't you see?
For this to work we must live honestly.

CHORUS:
Why'd you have to throw it all away!?!
And put it off for another day.
Why'd you have to run away!?!
Now there's nothing left to say...

"FATHER: But isn't that the cause of all the trouble? Words! We all have a world of things inside ourselves and each one of us has his own private world. How can we understand each other if the words I use have the sense and the value that I expect them to have, but whoever is listening to me inevitably thinks that those same words have a different sense and value, because of the private world he has inside himself too. We think we understand each other: but we never do."

It's simple physics really, men are objective and women are subjective. The body parts that seperate the men from the women have psychological rammifications.

I remember you, your the one whose woman "flipped her script and took the blue pill" because the world has turned into a shit hole and she couldn't deal. Any luck finding your "honest woman"?

Nice job Hun, six characters in search of an author was one of my favorites too. It was like Shakespeare mixed with the meta-drama of the matrix.

I know a lot more women with their eyes open, than men. Women are the foundation of every grassroots movement.

This!


....your cute for a glp'er.

I thought so too, but then I realized we are all a bunch of fools one way or another, until we truly transcend the material world. With all the grass roots movements over the past two centuries, the world is more corrupt than ever. All grass roots movements off the top of my head have been co-opted in one way or another by tptb because of Distraction.... American revolution was sidelined by the federalists, slavery/person rights were taken advantage of by corporations, "tourches of freedom" was staged (bernays and cigarettes), tea party...fox and friends, occupy wall street...soros Obama.

I respect women, I'm just saying we need the strong side of woman and the strong side of man to become more prevalent in society. Live honestly with principles. Mutual respect. Help each other transcend.

Yes, the "bottles" song. I still haven't seen my woman in six months, so I haven't made the choice to start looking again. Plus, I never look for love, I let it find me. Looking for love tends to create false expectations.

Indeed, I enjoyed hamlet as well. I believe Pirandello was inspired by Shakespeare. Some of the material offered in my world lit class was surely 1st choice propaganda, but I did notice a pattern of similarity between literature of the past thousands of years and the psychological stages of human development within a lifetime...

First we start off with mythology, like a child everything is bigger than us. Then comes enlightenment, whether from trauma, drugs or a journey...something hits us and makes us wake up and leads us down a rabbit hole. After going down this rabbit hole we come back with romantic (romanticism) ideas of possibilities. This inspires us to make reason out of everything and develop logic. "Reason and logic" gets boring, just like computers so we regress back to "naturalist" ideas. But that doesn't produce any bread so we get real (realism). The realism is a bunch of talk and we realize we must practice what we preach so we exist (existential). Things start to get surreal (surrealism) and we realize that we can become greater than who we are so we attempt to transcend (transcendentalism).

I always thought of Dostoevsky's "notes from underground" as the stereotypical glp'er. Or "diary of a madman". Some of the more intellectual ones remind me of the "perpetual student" in chekhov's "the cherry orchard".

"to avoid the petty and illusory, everything that prevents us from being free and happy-that is the goal and meaning of our life. Foward! Don't fall behind friends!" -Anton Chekhov (trofimov)

Sounds like Jim Morrison mixed with Kurt from nirvana.

Everyone has lost thier principles.

"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free ." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I think thats everybody's story of awakening.

"waste of an arrow..." love it!

"I must create a system or be enslaved by another man's" -William Blake

Nice "finger" picking!

Thanks!

"do what you say and say what you do, anything else make a fool out of you".

Noble truth of relationships!

Such emotion! Someone tore your heart bad.

Much like when people assume, which makes "an ass out of you and me.

You need a better camera, and maybe some new strings. Some of the sounds are missing. Digital sucks! Each time they update quality our brains realize how the older stuff was crap all along.

I Definetly agree.

Amazing work! Sort of a Nirvana feel to it =D

Dude, you in virginia?

Id put a ring on that.