Writer's Block: Songs of patriotism
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If you were a country, what would be your national anthem?
... amazing timing. I was going to post this today anyway.
The amusing revelation about my recent posts is that all of the things I'd been "doing wrong" with my life—bouncing from job to job, having a resume full of scattershot experiences, even letting myself get distracted by my leisure time pursuits—are the things that opened up this new opportunity.
Mr. Steinman, it seems, had a point: sometimes, a "wasted" youth may just be better than falling lockstep into the ill-fitting social role of "Grown-Up" (a concept distinct and entirely different from becoming an adult).
Here, then, is the National Anthem of the Sovereign Principality of Athelind:
Everything Louder Than Everything Else
Music and Lyrics by Jim Steinman
Performed by Meat Loaf
from the 1993 album
Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell
Wasted!
Youth!
Wasted!
Youth!
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack of etiquette
As far as I'm concerned, the world could still be flat
And if the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back
If the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back
Who am I? Why am I here?
Forget the questions, someone gimme another beer
What's the meaning of life, what's the meaning of it all?
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
So sign up all you raw recruits,
Throw away those designer suits
You got your weapons cocked,
Your targets in your sights
There's a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country,
Gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the armies of the night
And I ain't in it for the power,
And I ain't in it for my health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it till it's over and I just can't stop
If you wanna get it done,
You gotta do it yourself
And I like my music like I like my life:
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Wasted!
Youth!
Wasted!
Youth!
Wasted!
Youth!
Wasted!
Youth!
They got a file on me and it's a mile long
And they say that they got all of the proof
That I'm just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth
They say that I'm in need of some radical discipline
They say I gotta face the truth
That I'm just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth
They say I'm wild and I'm reckless,
(wild, wild, wild)
I should be acting my age
I'm an impressionable child in a tumultuous world
And they say I'm at a difficult stage
But it seems to me to the contrary
Of all the crap they're going to put on the page
That a wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
If you want my views of history
Then there's something you should know
The three men I admire most
Are Curly, Larry, Moe!
If you don't worry 'bout the future,
Sooner or later it's the past
And if they say the thrill is gone,
Then it's time to take it back!
If the thrill is gone,
Then it's time to take it back!
So sign up all you raw recruits,
Throw away all those two-bit suits
You got your weapons cocked,
Your targets in your sights
There's a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country,
Gotta service your girl
You're all inducted in the armies of the night
And I ain't in it for the power,
And I ain't in it for my health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it till it's over and I just can't stop
If you wanna get it done,
You gotta fight for yourself
And I like my music like I like my life:
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
The runner-up, for the record, was Rush's "Freewill".
If you were a country, what would be your national anthem?
... amazing timing. I was going to post this today anyway.
The amusing revelation about my recent posts is that all of the things I'd been "doing wrong" with my life—bouncing from job to job, having a resume full of scattershot experiences, even letting myself get distracted by my leisure time pursuits—are the things that opened up this new opportunity.
Mr. Steinman, it seems, had a point: sometimes, a "wasted" youth may just be better than falling lockstep into the ill-fitting social role of "Grown-Up" (a concept distinct and entirely different from becoming an adult).
Here, then, is the National Anthem of the Sovereign Principality of Athelind:
Music and Lyrics by Jim Steinman
Performed by Meat Loaf
from the 1993 album
Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell
Wasted!
Youth!
Wasted!
Youth!
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack of etiquette
As far as I'm concerned, the world could still be flat
And if the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back
If the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back
Who am I? Why am I here?
Forget the questions, someone gimme another beer
What's the meaning of life, what's the meaning of it all?
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
So sign up all you raw recruits,
Throw away those designer suits
You got your weapons cocked,
Your targets in your sights
There's a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country,
Gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the armies of the night
And I ain't in it for the power,
And I ain't in it for my health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it till it's over and I just can't stop
If you wanna get it done,
You gotta do it yourself
And I like my music like I like my life:
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Wasted!
Youth!
Wasted!
Youth!
Wasted!
Youth!
Wasted!
Youth!
They got a file on me and it's a mile long
And they say that they got all of the proof
That I'm just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth
They say that I'm in need of some radical discipline
They say I gotta face the truth
That I'm just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth
They say I'm wild and I'm reckless,
(wild, wild, wild)
I should be acting my age
I'm an impressionable child in a tumultuous world
And they say I'm at a difficult stage
But it seems to me to the contrary
Of all the crap they're going to put on the page
That a wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
If you want my views of history
Then there's something you should know
The three men I admire most
Are Curly, Larry, Moe!
If you don't worry 'bout the future,
Sooner or later it's the past
And if they say the thrill is gone,
Then it's time to take it back!
If the thrill is gone,
Then it's time to take it back!
So sign up all you raw recruits,
Throw away all those two-bit suits
You got your weapons cocked,
Your targets in your sights
There's a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country,
Gotta service your girl
You're all inducted in the armies of the night
And I ain't in it for the power,
And I ain't in it for my health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it till it's over and I just can't stop
If you wanna get it done,
You gotta fight for yourself
And I like my music like I like my life:
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
