Something in my heart died last night
Just one more chip off an already broken heart
I think the heart broke long ago
That’s when I needed you
When I needed you most
That’s when I needed you
When I needed you most
I run around like a spirit in flight
Fearlessness is fearlessness
I will not forget this night
Dare my wild heart
Dare my wild heart
Where is the reason
Don’t blame it on me
Blame it on my wild heart
As to the seasons
You fought from the beginning
Long before I knew it
There was a danger
And the danger was
To fall in love
In dark sorrow
They gaze down into the darkest heart
If I leave you
You say not even you can tear us apart
Say you’re leaving
You say you don’t even know
How to start how to start how to start
Well believe it then
And don’t blame it on my soul
Blame it on my wild heart
Oh on my wild heart oh
Fire on fire rain on my face
Fever goes higher what can you do
Wild in the darkest places of your mind
That’s where I needed you
Where I needed you most
That’s where I needed you
Where I needed you most
Where is the reason
Well don’t blame it on me
Blame it on my wild heart
There is a reason
Why even the angels
Don’t give up at all
Where are the children
Well are they hopelessly enchanted
Blame it on the angels
Where are the reasons
Don’t blame it on our wild hearts
Wild heart wild heart wild heart
On my wild heart
On my wild heart
Even in the darkest places of your mind
Whoa are the children are they hopelessly enchanted
Wild in the darkest places of your mind
No don’t blame it on me, baby
Blame it on my wild heart
Blame it on my blame it on my blame it on my
Blame it on my wild heart
Even in the back of your even in the back of your mind
DON’T CALL ME GINGER, WHITEY
First: THE HATERS. Lotta people throughout history not feeling the red hair.
In ancient Egypt, redheads were burned alive at the grave of Osiris as human sacrifices, and their ashes were far and wide by winnowing-fans.
The ancient Greeks believed that redheads would turn into vampires after they died. Aristotle said, “Those with reddish hair are of bad character: witness the foxes.”
Hitler reportedly banned the marriages of two redheads because he thought they would create “deviant offspring.”
In 15th-century Germany, redheads were seen as witches - 45,000 were tortured and murdered. During the Spanish Inquisition red hair was evidence that its owner had stolen the fire of hell and had to be burned as a witch. Montague Summers, in his translation of the Malleus Maleficarum, notes that red hair and green eyes were thought to be the sign of a witch or a vampire: “Those whose hair is red, of a certain peculiar shade, are unmistakably vampires.”
According to Jacques Gelis, a French professor of modern history, it was believed that if conception took place during the time of menstruation, then a child would be born with syphilis, gonorrhoea, leprosy, birthmarks, freckles and red hair. As the product of parents with no self-control and starting life swimming around in a menstruating uterus, redheads were universally believed to have bad qualities and evil inclinations.
All of the above people can kiss my ass, but this one stings…
Bikini Kill at ABC no rio in July 1994—I went to this show by myself and blissed the fuck OUT. I’ll never be done thanking Bikini Kill, one lifetime isn’t long enough. thank you thank you thank you thank you.
It gets so hard, just to be okay
Sometimes being happy baby is what
I’m most afraid of
Baby, you know, It gets so hard for
me to fight—I don’t know how I
guess I never did—Why don’t you
show me now—how to lose control
Just cuz I named it right here sweet
chickadee don’t mean for a minute you
should think I’m the opposite of
anything—but if you wanna know for sure
I’ll tell you
We’re not gonna prove nothing nothing
Sittin around watching each other starve
What we need is action/strategy
I want I want I want
I want it now.
I believe in the radical possibilities of pleasure, babe.
I do. I do. I do.
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