Blame It On Me by Chrissette Michelle

“Blame It On Me”

Sometimes you can work it out
Sometimes you can’t
Sometimes you’re forced to watch everything fall apart — it’s out of your hands.
Sometimes leaving is easy
Sometimes it ain’t
Sometimes it hurts to know the loving you had was slowly fading away

[Chorus:]
You can say whatever you like
As long as we just say goodbye
BLAME IT ON ME
Say it’s my fault
Say that I left you outside in the cold with a broken heart
I really don’t care
I ain’t crying no more
Say I’m a liar a cheater
Say anything that you want
As long as it’s over

I ain’t a quitter
I just ain’t the type
I tried to see you through
I tried to make it to the finishing line
Oh you thought it was meant to be yeah
I admit so did I
Every once in a while you think you figured it out
Sometimes your not right

[Chorus]

Yes I love you but I really got to lose you
Freedom is where I want to be
Yes I’ll probably always love you
But I’m moving
I got to do this for me

[Chorus x2]

Brand New Me by Alicia Keys

It’s been a while, I’m not who I was before
You look surprised, your words don’t burn me anymore
Been meaning to tell you, but I guess it’s clear to see
Don’t be mad, it’s just the brand new kind of me
Can’t be bad, I found a brand new kind of free

Careful with your ego, he’s the one that we should blame
Had to grab my heart back
God know something had to change
I thought that you’d be happy
I found the one thing I need, why you mad
It’s just the brand new kind of me
Never bad, I found a brand new kind of free

Oh, it took a long long road to get here
It took a brave, brave girl to try
It took one too many excuses, one too many lies
Don’t be surprised, don’t be surprised

If I walk a little taller
If I speak up when you’re wrong
If I walk a little taller
I’d be known to you too long
If you noticed that I’m different
Don’t take it personally
Don’t be mad, it’s just the brand new kind of me

Oh, it took a long long road to get here
It took a brave brave girl to try
I’ve taken one too many excuses, one too many lies
Don’t be surprised, oh see you look surprised

Hey, if you were a friend, you want to get know me again
If you were worth a while
You’d be happy to see me smile
I’m not expecting sorry
I’m too busy finding myself
I got this
I found me, I found me, yeah
I don’t need your opinion
I’m not waiting for your ok
I’ll never be perfect, but at least now i’m brave
Now, my heart is open
And I can finally breathe
Don’t be mad, it’s just the brand new kind of free
That ain’t bad, I found a brand new kind of me
Don’t be mad, it’s just a brand new time for me

The Constant Victim

The constant victim lives to suffer
For every gain is counted a loss
And for every blessing is noted a curse
Their friends are enemies that scheme
And enemies are those who may differ
Your fortitude is a threat
And they are menaced by your ego
For they are the center of the world
The focus of misery and pain
Why me and what have I done?
It is their cry of despair when all’s wrong
They live for regret
And they think in reverse
What is forward can only be worse
They have drowned out their soul
And envy bedevils their spirit
They pine for another’s possessions
Neglecting their own gratefulness
Pity will cushion their senses
But pity wears thin and too short
Oh no, they’re never mistaken
For only you can make the mistakes
And only you misunderstand

Posted 27th September 2010 by Pithom

A Declaration of Independence by Malcolm X

Malcolm X
March 12, 1964
Because 1964 threatens to be a very explosive year on the racial front, and because I myself intend to be very active in every phase of the American Negro struggle for human rights, I have called this press conference this morning in order to clarify my own position in the struggle—especially in regard to politics and nonviolence.

I am and always will be a Muslim. My religion is Islam. I still believe that Mr. Muhammad’s analysis of the problem is the most realistic, and that his solution is the best one. This means that I too believe the best solution is complete separation, with our people going back home, to our own African homeland.

But separation back to Africa is still a long-range program, and while it is yet to materialize, 22 million of our people who are still here in America need better food, clothing, housing, education and jobs right now. Mr. Muhammad’s program does point us back homeward, but it also contains within it what we could and should be doing to help solve many of our own problems while we are still here.

Internal differences within the Nation of Islam forced me out of it. I did not leave of my own free will. But now that it has happened, I intend to make the most of it. Now that I have more independence of action, I intend to use a more flexible approach toward working with others to get a solution to this problem.

I do not pretend to be a divine man, but I do believe in divine guidance, divine power, and in the fulfillment of divine prophecy. I am not educated, nor am I an expert in any particular field—but I am sincere, and my sincerity is my credentials.

I’m not out to fight other Negro leaders or organizations. We must find a common approach, a common solution, to a common problem. As of this minute, I’ve forgotten everything bad that the other leaders have said about me, and I pray they can also forget the many bad things I’ve said about them.

The problem facing our people here in America is bigger than all other personal or organizational differences. Therefore, as leaders, we must stop worrying about the threat that we seem to think we pose to each other’s personal prestige, and concentrate our united efforts toward solving the unending hurt that is being done daily to our people here in America.

I am going to organize and head a new mosque in New York City, known as the Muslim Mosque, Inc. This gives us a religious base, and the spiritual force necessary to rid our people of the vices that destroy the moral fiber of our community.

Our political philosophy will be black nationalism. Our economic and social philosophy will be black nationalism. Our cultural emphasis will be black nationalism.

Many of our people aren’t religiously inclined, so the Muslim Mosque, Inc., will be organized in such manner to provide for the active participation of all Negroes in our political, economic, and social programs, despite their religious or non-religious beliefs.

The political philosophy of black nationalism means: we must control the politics and the politicians of our community. They must no longer take orders from outside forces. We will organize, and sweep out of office all Negro politicians who are puppets for the outside forces.

Our accent will be upon youth: we need new ideas, new methods, new approaches. We will call upon young students of political science throughout the nation to help us. We will encourage these young students to launch their own independent study, and then give us their analysis and their suggestions. We are completely disenchanted with the old, adult, established politicians. We want to see some new faces—more militant faces.

Concerning the 1964 elections: we will keep our plans on this a secret until a later date—but we don’t intend for our people to be the victims of a political sellout again in 1964.

The Muslim Mosque, Inc., will remain wide open for ideas and financial aid from all quarters. Whites can help us, but they can’t join us. There can be no black-white unity until there is first some black unity. There can be no workers’ solidarity until there is first some racial solidarity. We cannot think of uniting with others, until after we have first united among ourselves. We cannot think of being acceptable to others until we have first proven acceptable to ourselves. One can’t unite bananas with scattered leaves.

Concerning nonviolence: it is criminal to teach a man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks. It is legal and lawful to own a shotgun or a rifle. We believe in obeying the law.

In areas where our people are the constant victims of brutality, and the government seems unable or unwilling to protect them, we should form rifle clubs that can be used to defend our lives and our property in times of emergency, such as happened last year in Birmingham; Plaquemine, Louisiana; Cambridge, Maryland; and Danville, Virginia. When our people are being bitten by dogs, they are within their rights to kill those dogs.

We should be peaceful, law-abiding—but the time has come for the American Negro to fight back in self-defense whenever and wherever he is being unjustly and unlawfully attacked.

If the government thinks I am wrong for saying this, then let the government start doing its job.

Just to Keep You Satisfied – Marvin Gaye

You were my wife, my life, my hopes and dreams
For you to understand what this means, I shall explain
I stood all the jealousy, all the bitchin’ too
Yes, I’d forget it all once in bed with you
Ooo darling how could we end up like this?
Oh baby let me reminisce

Oh and when we, woo, stopped the hands of time
You set my soul on fire, my one desire
Was to love you and think of you with pride
And keep you satisfied, oh baby oh baby
We could not bear the mental strain
Leave you, I never meant to
Now you see how much you hurt me
But if you ever need me, I’ll be by your side
Though the many happy times we had
Can never really outweigh the bad
Oh I’ll never love nobody like I loved you baby

It’s time for us to say farewell, farewell my darlin’
Maybe we’ll meet down the line
It’s too late for you and me, it’s too late for you and I
Much too late for you to cry
It’s too late for you and me, much too late for you and I
It’s too late for you and me, much too late for you to cry baby
Ah we tried, God knows we tried
Now it’s too late to live and love and ah it’s too late baby
It’s too late for you and me, much too late for you to cry
Oh oh ohhh it’s much too late
Well, all we can do is, we can both try to be happy

When Did You Stop Loving Me, When Did I Stop Loving You by Marvin Gaye

You know, when you say your marriage vows, they’re supposed to be for real. I mean…
if you think back about what you really said, you know, about, honor and loving and
obeying till death do us part and all. But it shouldn’t be that way, it should…it
should, it shouldn’t be lies because it turns out to be lies. If you don’t honor what
you said, you lie to God. The words should be changed.

Ooo now as I recall, we tried a million times
Again and again and again, and that isn’t all
I gave my love to you each time to make amends
Suddenly I start to realize I can’t make it
Pretty birds fly away, I had to leave you for my health’s sake
What to do? Make you pay, for leaving you, my fine, is to pay forever
So if a fresh new love comes in, I won’t say those words again
Instead I’ll say I’ll try to love and protect you
With all my heart as long as you want me to baby

Ooo if I love again I’m gonna try a new way this time
Memories of the things we did; some we’re proud of, some we hid
So when two people have to part, sometimes it makes them stronger
Do you remember all of the bullshit, baby?
You say you love me with all your heart
If you ever loved me will all of your heart
You’d never take a million dollars to part
I really tried, you know I tried, oh baby
Although we tried, all of those promises was nothin’ but lies
I really tried, you know how I really tried, we really lied, didn’t we baby?
And on top of that you have scandalized my name
What I can’t understand is if you love me
How could you turn me into the police?

Didn’t I love you good and try to take care of you?
Best that I could
You were so divine
And your love was like mellow wine
Pains of love, miles of tears,
Enough to last me for my lifetime
Broken hearts last for years, soon break away to the noonday sunshine
One thing I can promise, friend: I’ll never be back again
But I’m not really bitter babe
I wish you all the luck and all the love in the world,
good love in the world (good luck in the world)
But I know you’ll never be satisfied
No, you still want me standin’ by your side

Memories haunt you all the time, I will never leave your mind
Got judgement on your side; you’ve said bad things and you’ve lied
Still I remember some of the good things baby
Like love after dark and picnics in parks
Those are the days I’ll not forget in my life
I’d rather remember, remember the joy we shared babe
I’d rather remember all the fun we had
All I ever really wanted was to love you and treat you right
All we did was fuss and fight
It don’t matter baby, take a lesson from them all
I never thought I’d see the day when you’d put me through what you put me through
You tried your best, you say I gave you no rest

(repeat and fade):
When did you stop loving me? When did I stop loving you?

Not the Doctor by Alanis Morissette

I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don’t want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don’t want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don’t want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don’t want to be your babysitter
You’re a very big boy now
I don’t want to be your mother
I didn’t carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don’t want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don’t want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don’t want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for
I don’t want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don’t want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I’m afraid of heights
I don’t want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don’t want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don’t want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And it’s wounded beat
I don’t want to be a substitute for the smoke you’ve been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

“4am” by Melanie Fiona

Verse 1
Sitting here feelin kinda crazy, but not just any
cra-zayyy..It’s the kind you feel, when you love
somebody & I dont doubt my baby is callin
somebody else baby & I cant sit still…look how
gone it got me…

Bridge
Who knew that my heart could have a bruise?
You see this scar here on my chest?
I’m hurting and he don’t even care.

Chorus
It’s 4 am and my lover won’t answer. He’s
probably somewhere with a dancer, sipping
champagne while I’m in his bed.
It’s 4 am and I think I might loose it.
This muthafucka thinkin I’m stupid….
He must of bumped his head.
Don’t he know it’s 4 am.

Verse 2
Standing here and I’m gettin heated, pour me up
a drink I swear I need it. I think I’m abo-out, bout
to hurt somebody, I swear this man is begging me
to leave him. Getting sick of being so mistreated.
Another night without, without his arms around me.

Bridge
Who knew that my heart could ever bruise?
You see this scar here on my chest?
I’m hurting and he dont even care.

Chorus
It’s 4 am and my lover won’t answer.
He’s probably somewhere with a dancer, sipping
champagne while I’m in his bed.
It’s 4 am and I think I might loose it,
this muthafucka thinkin I’m stupid.
He musta bumped his head.
Don’t he know it’s 4 am

Breakdown
I don’t deserve this life
I’d make the perfect wife
But I know loves a sacrafice
But who’s gonna sacrafice for, me &
give me all their time and….

Bridge
Who knew that my heart could have a bruise?
You see this scar here on my chest?
I’m hurting and he don’t even care.

Chorus
It’s 4 am and my lover won’t answer.
He’s probaly somewhere with a dancer, sipping
champagne while I’m in his bed.
It’s 4 am and I think I might loose it.
This muthafucka thinkin I’m stupid….
He must of bumped his head.
Don’t he know it’s 4 am

Alice Smith – Do I

 

I must express the way it feels to ride all day

without a care, conversation and a coffee

I wanna talk about the good things in my life

I wanna try to be alright

I can care about the way love makes me feel

I can care about the good things that are real

I don’t wanna have to think about the ways that I’m so bad

I don’t wanna have to think about the things that make me sad

Do I

Do I

there are things that make me smile every day

the jokes we play, the funny things we say

there is nothing like the joy they can see in my eyes

when i think about the man in my life

I can care about the way he makes me feel

I can care because his love makes me feel real

I don’t wanna have to think about the ways that we’ll be bad

I don’t wanna think about the days that we’ll be sad

Do I

Do I

Do I

(Well I don’t wanna have to think about it)

“No One Else” by Amel Larrieux

Swift as a wind song
You sang the music of an honest bird
I waited for some contradiction
But truth was ringing in your every word

And every moment since then
The one thing I can tell
Is that I belong with you
And no one else

Lay down those heavy burdens
On the banks of this river deep
Know that every piece of your past
Is always some place safe with me

And there’s no room for judgment
I want you as yourself
Cuz I belong with you
And no one else

We have both been broken
Bent into painful shapes
We almost let those old fears
Carry over and get in our way
Every struggle just makes our love get stronger
Than it was yesterday

So here we are now
Ain’t it lucky we survived it all
Searching for self in separate rivers
Ending up in the same waterfall

And when we’re gray and wiser
The story I will tell
Is that I belonged with you
And no one else