3rd Poetry Journal:Turn The Page By: Metallica

This song really means a great deal to me because I not only can feel the sensitivity in the lyrics, but it also a great classic. The mood of the peace is all summed up through this amazing image of a single microphone in the spotlight of a what seems to be empty stage. All of the hardships in moving in the music business now become clearer as they hadn't been before and I have been taught through the words and expression of the piece that the music industry is hard to get into, but well worth it once you get there.

In the last month or so I've been spending a lot of time analyzing the best approach of carrying on with music for my university major and listening to this tune the other day made me realise that maybe I don't need to go into being a star, but someone who does the behind the scenes work or helps pump out more talent into the industry. I feel I am too self-concious of myself to be the center of attention, but to work behind the shadows of the overwhelming spotlight would work for me. Who knows I might be a teacher, I might run my own music accessories shop or I might even go into the performing industry yet. Not that it is applicable now but it is always I thought in the back of my mind.

His story of ruffing it out in the wilderness of being a superstar opens a heart or two to really understand where he is comming from. On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha is a fairly famous stage for musicians that every group can relate to, when they feel lost from their public and their fans that kept them going throughout their entirety of their career. We are the fans and in some cases the fans become their dreams. The hope that started us as we watched regular human beings become superstars through things like American Idol in our era which is been renewed by the millenia we as teenagers can see how much of an impact our dreams can have on the world. We will always be chasing our dreams down a long and dusty road.


Turn The Page
By: Metallica

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song
You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page



So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
Oh, the same old cliches, "Is it woman? Is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand

Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page

Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah

Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said He-he yeah

Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again There I go - turn the page
There I go - turn that page
There I go, yeah, yeah There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, Oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And I'm gone

2nd Poetry Journal: Writer's Block in the Computer Age (pg. 187)

This picture really captivates the image of what the writer was trying to put across me as the reader. I totally understand the aggrivation of looking at the blinking cursor because even as I write this response I am not sure what to write about. This makes it a whole lot easier because the poem itself is talking about writer's block at the same time as me having writer's block. This is very ironic that my constant problem with writer's block comes about when I'm writing about the concept of it t0 begin with.

I often found in grade 9 when I would start to write that it was easier to write with an unclear idea than nothing at all. The concept of nothing discouraged me to write about anything at all so I would aimlessly look around until an idea sparked in my mind that was the only way I could get over the anxious problem of having a blank and impatient screen.

Writer's Block in the Computer Age
By: Peggy Smith Krachun (pg. 187 Imprints)

Cursor, cursor, blinking cursor
Shade of iridescent green
Cursor in the "Home" position
On my new computer screen

Cursor at the starting gate
Chomping at the bit and byte
Pawing at the screen, impatient
Nagging me to start to write

Cursor poised for the race
In Position One, Line One
Waiting for a brilliant word
To set off the starting gun

Until now a plain old scribbler
Was the only thing I'd use
On it I would draw and doodle
While I waited for the Muse

Now I have a winking cursor
Mocking me in brilliant green
Have you ever tried to doodle
On a blank computer screen?

Nagging cursor, cursed cursor
Blinking on without a sound
Go away until I'm ready
I'll never write with you around.

1st Poetry Journal- What I've Done by: Linkin Park

This song's lyrics have definitely inspired me to think about all aspects of our life. Every creature has their own economic footprint they leave on the earth and we as human beings don't realize how much damage we do to our own planet. Watching this video and already being a big fan of Linkin Park I took the time to look at the deeper meaning through the words and thought progressions. If we could stop for a minute and think through our actions before we just do them we could make a huge difference in the way our world is slowly dieing. Each time a person litters, wastes food/water sources or even drives around aimlessly for the sake of it; do they really know how much damage they are causing?

Not only do we do damage to the planet by wasting things, we also demote other races and start fascist stand points against them (Hitler, Osama Bin laden and many others). Weaponry and warfare does damage to the planet and us as well. Life is a vicious circle where there can be no peace without a battle to equal it out; whether it be a blood-bath, nuclear warfare, fascist dictators or just regular disrespect for our home. One of these days human beings will cause the demise of a peaceful home by dieing at the hands of their selfish creations. The maker will be smited by the products for a change if we don't change something soon. That is message this video and song put across to me.

What I've Done Lyrics