“Sacred” by Amel Larrieux
Thursday October 27th 2005, 9:45 am
Filed under: lyrics

Is there nothing sacred anymore
When
Celebrities are deified
And we’re still calling some countries third world
And
Crimes against little ones
Are punished with little laws
And
Girls are taught to hide their curves
As though they’re flaws
And other girls are taught to expose them but not own
Them and
Boys are taught
They can own it all

Is there nothing sacred anymore
In the 21st century
And I still get followed ‘round in stores
And
Governments are using our money for
Reasons other than what they say they’re using it for
And
Small countries fold as their
Big debt keeps on growing and
Silent pain is golden under the guise of religion and
Boys are taught
They can own it all

Is there nothing sacred anymore
Well maybe there never was, at all

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days that you can do *anything*
Monday October 24th 2005, 4:43 pm
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Wednesday October 19th 2005, 2:16 pm
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*yawn*
Wednesday October 12th 2005, 1:09 am
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Wednesday October 05th 2005, 4:43 pm
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Here this should cheer you up: http://shoeblogs.com/
I think I did most the ravaging ;-)

Comment by Tif 10.06.05 @ 1:41 am

Thanks honey. And you’re right, you did most of the ravaging! hee hee.

Alsok thanks for the blog link. I love a blog that says:

Franco Sarto for the Poor Girls
Tuesday, September 20th, 2005
Manolo says, many of the Manolos internet friends have been again emailing the Manolo, begging, Manolo, please to help us, we are the poor girls who have no moneys but who need the super fantastic shoes!

As always, the Manolo he would tell the poor girls to save the moneys carefully so that they may be able to purchase the true shoes of super fantasticness. Nothing can compare to this.

However, at the same of the time, the Manolo he knows what it is like to be poor, so poor that you must fashion your own super fantastic shoes out of the prison blankets and second-hand suits you have purchased for pennies at the store of thriftyness.

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