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Susan Hwang - Good Talk
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Keep asking the questions about who you are.
Ask of the world why it's so hard
To make room for each other and handle with love
each person no matter where they come from.
Keep asking why things can't be different.
open your heart for the answers that are given.
The hope that you have will grow hope in others.
And don't forget to speak up.... no one likes a soft talker.
Keep asking questions of the world that you're given.
You're a Jackson, the sixth one, you're lucky, you're different
You've got all the all the moves, and the questions that prove
That hope will bring though, the answers to come.
They bridge the gap
from the point we're at
tot he country that will welcome, and protect us and love.
So give voice to the questions,
and remember to listen.
You need both the answers and questions to have a GOOD TALK.
Make sure that they hear you.
Make sure that you listen.
It's the give and take that makes....
A good talk
It's the give and the take, it's just your hearts that will break, it's your world at stake, you're future to make, don't tolerate no fakes, It's your world to create.
So have a GOOD TALK.
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Opal Rose - Why?
02:14
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Ayun Halliday - Page 89
03:24
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Her new graphic memoir was shaping up fine
Til Mira hit a big snag on page 89
A drawing conundrum that filled her with doubt
So she texted a good friend, said please help me out.
Don’t wanna be a chicken or come off as lewd
But the fact is I never have drawn myself nude
This book has potential to blow up for me.
Whatever I draw everybody will see
Her friend nodded sagely, said you’re not to blame
Graphic memoirs are hot beds for womanly shame
I’m writing a think piece on this very theme
So gimme a quote, girl, & then let us scheme
Draw yourself in your 20s, post-roll-in-the-hay
And you’ll piss off some readers who’ll holler foul play
They’ll say you’re too purty, not naked enough
But I’ve got a method for calling their bluff…
So you’ve got all these lovers, 1 woman, 3 men
Don’t go ‘neath the waist for those panels and then
When you show the full monty, it’s time to take charge
Draw yourself with a bush that’s abnormally large
We’re judged on our bodies in life and in print
So listen up, haters, and please take a hint.
If you’ve got beef with me, or my book you can shush
If you can’t wrap your head round my oversized bush
I swore off the razor, and bushed up my art
So please read Good Talk coz I’m real fuckin’ smart
I girded my loins, put some shove in my push
And drew myself sporting an oversized bush
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Is there anybody here who can tell me with straight face, why there’s so much hate in this world? (In this world)
Is there anybody out there, anywhere, who can see we’re still living on a prayer (it’s not fair)
We don’t seem to care if the sun comes out tomorrow
When we focus on the things that bring sorrow
It’s sad but it’s true
Too many things that we do
Make us fearful, make us weaker, take us further down and deeper, father mother sister brother, can we take care of each other?
Is there anybody here who can give better reason, for the tears we see so many times (so many times)
Is there anybody out there, anywhere who believes – all we gotta do is share (it’s all there)
We don’t need to save our love for some old promise
People feel the truth when we get real and honest
It’s sad but it’s true
Too many things that we do
Make us fearful, make us weaker, take us farther down and deeper, father mother sister brother, can we take care of each other?
Spinning round in space
With a beautiful face
Just a rock or a stone
But it feels like home -
And we might want to go back someday
It’s sad but it’s true
Too many things that we do
Make us fearful, make us weaker, take us further down and deeper, father mother sister brother, can we take care of each other
Take care of each other...
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I saw you standing there
on the opposite shore
Years before you were born, my love
Years before you were born
I knew you were mine to protect
Knew you were mine to love
More than anyone, my dear
more than anyone
If I could only remember
If I could find my way back
To the country I was raised to believe in
Oh I would take you there
But you can’t go back to somewhere
you’ve never been
No you can’t go back to somewhere
you’ve never been
instrumental
I want to make you feel safe
Want to make you feel loved
Can’t protect you from
the reality of
becoming a brown man in America
I wish I had better answers
That would put your mind at ease
Wish the country that you were born in
Offered equality and peace
Instrumental
If I could only remember
If I could find my way back
To the country I was raised to believe in
Oh I would take you there
But you can’t go back to somewhere
you’ve never been
No you can’t go back to somewhere
you’ve never been
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This is a story, of a, girl who had questions
I cannot count them all
Some about her troubles, and some about just nothing
And some never spoken at all
I could not count them all
How can the sun shine, when it’s rainin’ down thunder
That’s what she said to me
Where will we be … this time tomorrow?
And what’s at the top of those trees?
Hey, look up there’s a light in the window,
Look up there’s a star in the sky
Whenever I trip on my troubles
I make a question and just ask why … x 2
This is a puzzle, with so many pieces
We cannot find them all
Sorted by colors, shapes and the places
But no answers come to call x 2
Look up there’s a blue sky above us
Look over across the way
I can’t see into the future
(but ) I see your face and I’m okay … x 2
Instrumental Chorus: Whooo hoo hooo
So here we are, it’s this time tomorrow
The future runs faster than slow x 2
You gotta find out what you don’t know
If you never ever ask any questions
If you never ever wonder why
You’ll never ever find out the answers
So go on (now) and give it a try
…… yeah, go on, and just ask WHY?
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Sometimes it slips my mind that they don't always see you in the way I do
All the subtle tests, the little hurdles that they put you through And I'm sorry Yeah, I'm sorry
When I was a kid they told me, "There's a difference between you and them."
They said, "Can't you see it?" so I looked but every now and then
Them was changing into them So is it them now or is it them?
So I left the middlewest just like you left New Mexico
But as any hometown leaver all across the world will surely know
You know you've got the same family you've always had And just like everything that's good and bad
Thanksgiving 2016 I was really nervous go to back
turns out my cousin's gay now they're all wearing safety pins I guess it's cool now I was too
They looked surprised so I said, "I thought you knew,
"That my family is more than you. That my family includes thems too."
So when you say your husband's parents are supporters of the side of hate
for a bunch of reasons that they never can articulate And are not open for debate
Not all relations can relate.
They say that hate is a universal But I'm sorry that it exists And I'm sorry I forget
Sometimes it slips my mind I don't always see you the way I think I do
Tiny little corruptions have their tricky way of sneaking through
I see you smile sometimes and say, "That's fine." I bet it's not but that's our time.
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Charlie Nieland - Skin
03:45
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It brings you up and brings you down
What you let out and let in
The fleeting pleasure of what you found
It’s all happening inside your skin
I look right through you and shut my eyes
As if you’re made of sun
I do not see you or even try
So I do not imagine
And what happened to all the time
We were supposed to have?
What’s it looks like and where is mine?
I just have to ask
I cannot see and I cannot hear
Pain as bright as yours
The icy flow of 10,000 years
Running beneath the floor
All I see is you skin
The only way out is the only way in
All I see is your skin
All the dazzling patterns in your mind
And the need to win
They’ve made a place frozen deep inside
Nothing happens from the outside in
All I see is you skin
The only way out is the only way in
All I see is your skin
Nothing happens til you begin
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We’re walking and talking
You got your Q and A
We’re walking and talking
I don’t know what to say
I should tell you the truth
But they got me so afraid
I’m feeling black and blue
I don’t know what to say
We’re our own founding family
Our hearts flow with the same blood
Put your faith in our own country
The country of us
You got the hardest questions
Why is the world this way
Your growing comprehension
I don’t know what to say
Our home’s a special territory
We’ve got each other that’s enough
Put your faith in our own country
The country of us
It’s time to join our hands now
Round the table we say grace
There’s more we gotta talk about
I’m gonna find the words to say
So yes family is whoever’s in your heart
And yes differences make understanding hard
And yes not every other family is like us
And yes some people they think they can divide us
And yes lots of people understand us too
And yes you’ll meet them and they’ll love you like I do
And yes we pray because everybody must
For the country that is out there
And for the country of us
The country of us
The country of us
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Nessa Grasing - Possible
03:25
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Mira Jacob - Closing
02:28
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The Bushwick Book Club Brooklyn, New York
We started in January 2009 playing songs written in response to Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. We haven't stopped since. We've written & performed songs inspired by everything from "On The Origin of Species" to Dr. Seuss to Raymond Carver. There are BBCs popping up nationwide now. Bushwick Book Club Seattle started in 2010 & is run by Geoff Larson. Our nerdy dare-devilry knows no bounds. ... more
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