Saturday, August 10, 2013

60 Revolutions Per


60 revolutions per minute
this is my regular speed
So how do you want me to live with it?
How do you want me to live with it?
Without ringing all alarms!
Without overthrowing czars!
Without emptying the bars!
Without screwing with your charts!


Gogol Bordello, "60 Revolutions"

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Time is a motherfucker. Except when it's not. Except that it is, you know? We live like it's dog-days all the time: still, empty, too hot to sleep and time is running away. We are privileged with boredom and ennui - the tell-tale signs of a people disconnected from their source, their underground spring, their very selves. These are first world problems of "What's it all about, Alfie?"

Fuck that.

We, the fucked, are fucked because we try and tack on meaning to our lives while experiencing nothing but the attempt to tack on meaning to our lives while experiencing nothing but the attempt to tack on meaning to our lives while experiencing nothing. To be clear, you needn't become a member in a gypsy punk band to experience your life. But you do need to do something so you know what it is to be alive.

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My youngest child has had a rough start in this world. She was born with drugs coursing through her fetal veins, abandoned, rescued, builded up and it still comes out wrong. Processing emotions and making decisions are brutal on her and the rest of us. It is a rough start - unfair, unjust, unnecessary - but it fucking IS and that is where we need to start, where she needs to start each day. What passes for easy understanding for you and I is a profound and frightening mystery for her. It sucks, but I tell her she is perfect nonetheless because this is her life, her chance and if it has been filled with traps and snares she is wholly innocent of, then that is simply her life. There can be no excuses for there is always another who has had it harder, faced more harrowing challenges. If you breathe, then you cannot make an excuse - regardless of your circumstance - because what matters is how you respond to the life you have. The one you didn't get is worthless.

Revolution is internal. Help yourself at any time.

There are lives of twisted misery, genetic mishaps, lives made miserable by tribal hatreds and prejudice, pig-fucked lives of ignorance, avarice and venality. The world is rich with waste and stupidity. And you, my beloved fartlet, are part and parcel of this world.  

So how do you want me to live with it?
How do you want me to live with it?
Without ringing all alarms!
Without overthrowing czars!
Without emptying the bars!
Without screwing with your charts!


There is more misery than you can fix. There is more injustice than can be named. There is more wrong than right in the makings of men, yet you must live out the fullness of your name or waste the chance you had to experience the life you got. If life is meat only - no soul, then have at it with a machete. There is no music. There is no love. There is no kindness.

But music does exist. Love and kindness attend our days if we simply open our eyes. Drain this glass. Empty the kegs. Dance at 60 revolutions per minute. Make this your regular speed. What are you saving your energy for? The life you didn't get is worthless.

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My daughter is perfect as she stands. She is perfect not because she is without fault or trouble or trial. No, she's got that covered. But she is perfect because this is her life and her challenges are simply hers and she will come to know her life through those challenges, by avoiding or addressing those hurdles. Life will play out. Her purpose, like anyone else's, is to find out what she can find out about living the life she has. The only way to do that is to experience it now. Right the fuck now.

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60 revolutions per minute. Boom.

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