not unusual

six legged, originally uploaded by McBeth.

The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.

-- Andre Gide

inside us

sshhh..., originally uploaded by McBeth.

It is important to remember that we all have magic inside us.

--Joanne Kathleen Rowling

one day at a time

that was yesterday, originally uploaded by McBeth.

I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time.

-- Charlie Brown

come home

swoopy, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Dark clouds are comin' like an army
Soon the sky will open up and disarm me
You will go just like you've gone before
One sad soldier off to war, enemies that only you can see.

Dishes stacked, the table cleared
It's always like the scene of the last supper here
You speak so cryptically that's not news to me
The flood is here it will carry you
And I've got work to do.

Come on home, the team you're hitched to has a mind of its own
But it's just the forces of your past you've fought before
Come back here and shut the door
I'm stacking sandbags against the river of your troubles.

There is fire there is lust
Some will trade it all for someone they could trust
There's a bag of silver for a box of nails
It's so simple the betrayal
Though it's known to change the world and what's to come.

There's the given and the expected
I count my blessings while I eye what I've neglected
Is this for better is this for worse
You're all jammed up and the dam's about to burst.

I hear the owl in the night
I realize that some things never are made right
By some will we string together here
Days to months and months to years
What if everything we have adds up to nothing.

Come on home, the team you're hitched to has a mind of its own
But it's just the forces of your past you've fought before
Come back here and shut the door
I'm stacking sandbags against the river of your troubles.

-- Indigo Girls

put your feet up

toll takers, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Rest when you're weary. Refresh and renew yourself, your body, your mind, your spirit. Then get back to work.

-- Ralph Marston

secure yourself

stock and barrel, originally uploaded by McBeth.

The most intense conflicts, if overcome, leave behind a sense of security and calm that is not easily disturbed. It is just these intense conflicts and their conflagration which are needed to produce valuable and lasting results.

-- Carl Gustav Jung

you just never know

j. and ray, originally uploaded by McBeth.

The manners of mankind do not differ so widely as our voyage writers would make us believe. Perhaps it would be more entertaining to add a few surprising customs of my own invention, but nothing seems to me so agreeable as truth.

-- Mary Worley

say it like you mean it

anthropological research, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Few men speak humbly of humility, chastely of chastity, skeptically of skepticism.

-- Blaise Pascal

coming together

silhouettes, originally uploaded by McBeth.

What's natural and right is to go with the energy of how it all has to work together. What's natural and right is interconnectedness, not individualism. What is natural and right is respect for the system, not killing the system. What's natural and right is love.

-- Susan Powter

flying

safely keep me, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this livin' is just a hard way to go

-- John Prine

all of us

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

All of us, all over the globe, have the capacity for exuberance. Whether we explore that, well, that's another question entirely. But this guy knows what's what and has gotten his groove on all sorts of countries in all kinds of places. He professes not to be a good dancer (one dance and not very good at it, says he) but I gotta estimate it must be good enough that others pick up the spirit of the thing and join in.

Maybe we could all benefit from happy dancing more often. Let's start small. Headphones or home stereo, dancing not-in-public. Then we'll work our way up: dance in front of loved ones. Ignore their snickering, they're just jealous because they desperately want to be as hip and jiggy as you are when you do your happy dance. Invite them to join you. Then we all could start happy dancing out in our neighborhoods, our town halls, our grocery stores, in our schools, in houses of worship (yes, even you Lutherans. It's okay; God's down with it), in nursing homes and daycare centers.

Consider making a deal with me?
With my right hand on my keyboard and my left hand on the mouse, I hereby promise to happy dance 1x daily (not-in-public) for the coming week starting tomorrow. Will you try it with me - do a happy dance 1x daily? -- public or not, your choice. I'm looking forward to reporting back and, hopefully, hearing about your experiences.

C'mon, you know you want to.
Everybody does it.
It'll make you smile.

...c'mon ... it'll be easy.


Did you find the video sniffle inducing?
(yeah, me too.)
Okay then.

LET'S DANCE!

what's the rush

chores can wait, let's talk, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Slow down you're doing fine
You can't be everything you want to be
Before your time.

-- Billy Joel

fealty

1969, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Loyalty to petrified opinion never broke a chain or freed a human soul.

-- Mark Twain

manners

dinner invitation, originally uploaded by McBeth.

I seek constantly to improve my manners and graces, for they are the sugar to which all are attracted.

-- Og Mandino

Pink Cadillac

pink plates, originally uploaded by McBeth.

While driving home this afternoon from a photo gig on the way to my new other job, Bruce Springsteen's song Pink Cadillac came on the radio channel I was listening to.

Now please don't mark me as unpatriotic or unAmerican or un-whatever, but Springsteen doesn't really do it for me. I've tried. I really have tried. But his groaning and moaning and poor elocution sound the same in most of his songs and at the very least, sounds the same in the Springsteen tunes I am familiar with.

Springsteen comes on ... Honey I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink Cadillac ... The hair at the nape of my neck bristled. Grr. Choices choices choices: sing along, be friendly with that which I don't feel fondly. Or. turn off the radio, which may require energy. Nope, I can't muster enough to do it. Or.

Or.
Or start chuckling in appreciation for perfect timing. Because right then a Very Successful Mary Kay lady commandeered her very big very shiny expensive car around the corner of the intersection I was waiting at.

The universe has a perversely satisfying sense of humor.

heading out

we're in no hurry, originally uploaded by McBeth.

It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one consolation, as they always says in Turkey, when they cuts the wrong man's head off.

-- Charles Dickens

Welcome, Isla

kd and isla, originally uploaded by McBeth.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

-- Samuel Osgood

expectations

calla, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect.

-- Margaret Mitchell

slow down

hen, originally uploaded by McBeth.

He who pours water hastily into a bottle spills more than goes in.

-- Spanish proverb

how you look

sticking the mount, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.

-- Frederick Langbridge

smile though

the munchies, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Women need not always keep their mouths shut and their wombs open.

-- Emma Goldman

childhood reflections

funny faces for auntie mcb, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Childhood is not only the childhood we really had but also the impressions we formed of it in our adolescence and maturity. That is why childhood seems so long. Probably every period of life is multiplied by our reflections upon the next.

-- Cesare Pavese

in the garden

whisper right here, originally uploaded by McBeth.

While discussing some subject matter
that may have been relevant, timely
or possibly important,

The center of my left pupil connected to the center of her right pupil.
They locked.
I was fully aware that it was happening, as it happened.
This event lasted approximately four point two seconds.

Moments later I recognized the tremble of my exhilarated finger tip nerves,
and realized my life will never be the same.

up in the air

boiiiiing, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Think off-center.

-- George Carlin

numbers

how high can you get?, originally uploaded by McBeth.

It's clearly a budget. It's got a lot of numbers in it.

-- George W. Bush

culinary lesson

lunch date with KD, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Caste System

1. Brahmans: priests
2. Kshatriyas: royals or warriors
3. Vaisyas: merchants or professionals
4. Sudras: workers
5. Untouchables: beggars or diseased

inheritance

sideways glance, originally uploaded by McBeth.

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors,
we borrow it from our children.

-- Native American proverb

begin here

so easy to open up to you, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.The blessing is in the seed.

-- Muriel Rukeyser

have a heart

drop by drop, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Talk on, talk on, but love is what you need.
And sooner or later that love is gonna make you bleed.

-- Bonnie Raitt

human being

dried up, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Focus your attention not on what you are doing but rather, who you are being.

barely blushing

her lips were so soft, originally uploaded by McBeth.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

-- Friedrich Nietzsche

okay

a body at rest, originally uploaded by McBeth.

“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.

-- Virginia Satir

mother's day

there'll be no 'smile pretty and say cheese' here, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Oh, what a complicated blend of frustration, envy, anger, hopelessness, commitment and deep deep love I have with my mother.

I admire her for so so so many of her fine qualities. She is gentle, especially with the children she works with in the public schools, kids who don't have anything near that kind of compassion and patience with their own parents.

I was angry for a long time, probably too long, when my son was young, when my mom would let other people's kids call her 'gramma' because they either didn't know their own grandparents, or the kids' grandparents lived across the country, making relationship difficult. That's how she is though, giving out so much to others, sometimes more than I personally think she ought.

I'm sure I did things that embarrassed my mother along the years. I sometimes used my smart mouth to my own disadvantage, I have a vigorous stubborn streak (still).

I'd like to say to you today mom, I think we've done alright despite our imperfections. I continue to love you beyond measure. And I hope I am shaping up to be the person you hoped I'd grow up to be.

xo

sustenance

pork and salsa, originally uploaded by McBeth.

The cliché that women, more consistently than men, turn inward for sustenance seems to mean, in practice, that women have richly defined the ways in which imagination creates possibility; possibility that society denies.

-- Patricia Meyer Spacks

teach him what he is

presently his horse is being watered, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children.

-- Pablo Picasso

soupy politics

chicken pole, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Political extremism involves two prime ingredients: an excessively simple diagnosis of the world's ills, and a conviction that there are identifiable villains back of it all.

-- John W. Gardner

keep trying

nueva cancion's mini musicians, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

-- Samuel Beckett

dying wish

fallen, originally uploaded by McBeth.

If you can't go around it, over it, or through it, you had better negotiate with it.

-- Ashleigh Brilliant

finished business

UMD, originally uploaded by McBeth.

I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished one's business on earth, like the male spider, who is killed by the female the moment he has succeeded in his courtship. I like a state of continual becoming with a goal in front and not behind.

-- George Bernard Shaw

signing up

hyacinthththths, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Some people plant in the spring and leave in the summer. If you're signed up for a season, see it through. You don't have to stay forever, but at least stay until you see it through.

-- Jim Rohn

awol

If you happen to find a wayward keychain wallet-y looking thing that looks sad and lost, will you please give it directions back to my house? It somehow managed to meander away while I was at work tonight and I am already missing it terribly.

You can check all the stuff inside. If my drivers license, social security card, medicare card, foodstamps card and debit card don't provide you enough clues to who I am or where I live, you can try the car and house keys to see if they'll work in my locks.

Feel free to help yourself to whatever is in the fridge. I only ask that you clean up after yourself.

Thank you.

move on

go ahead with your own life, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Seven pounds and eleven ounces of holy cow,
Bald for the first year or so,
Blond ringlets the following few

A meteorological worrier those first five years,
keeping a close eye on dew points and scary lightning,
Managing his world by understanding it

The year or two of getting dragged to Saturday morning rec activities
Because its good for you, that's why.

The odds have regularly been stacked against this one.
Well-behaved. Quiet. Slightly introverted.
Single child in single parent household.
One hundred seventy five percent of fed. poverty level.
Occasionally unstable parent. The other one too.

But loved? Oh my. Yes.
Unto embarrassment, probably, but
what is the point of loving if it cannot be demonstrated?

And now.
Now.
He's moving on, as each kid should do.
First apartment.
This is what provides stomach acids their due process:
the eager sense of no more rules,
churning along with a nervous realization of no more rules.
It's part of the Constitution, the Liturgy,
the ecumenical sense of rightness and order.
The child shall leave the home and cleave to something or another,
but neither mom nor dad nor any others of the loudmouth huggers
can adequately fill this next thing, it has to be the uniquely personal real deal.

On my early morning trek to the bathroom
I paused at his bedroom door this morning.
I don't know what I expected to have happen in that emptying room.
Tap dancing frogs in top hats? A banner reading 'You did everything perfectly, Mom'.
Maybe I didn't expect anything;
maybe I'm trying to make connections the same way he used to with hail and tornadoes.

Outside the window, the sky lumbered under weighty rain clouds.
Cry cry cry, sky.
Go ahead. you know you want to.
Here, let me help you get things started.

My responsibility is officially becoming less a responsibility than an equal.
This is not what I expected.
My empty nest will be far from empty, it is true.

Even so,
This quiet dull morning makes me feel, acutely,
the rending of space and time,
a near-miss narrowly avoided accident that doesn't happen at
the intersection of memory lane and futurama boulevard.
How the fuck did that happen? Was I really that unaware?

Please world, I ask only a few things of you.
In return for this child's full entrance into your Big Club
I ask only that you watch over him.
Treat him gently.
Encourage his curiosity. Engage him.
Keep him thinking.

Show him challenges and give him the tools to accomplish them.
Show him bitterness in doses just small enough to taste on the back of his tongue.
Teach him how to earn others' faith and trust. And their respect.
Demonstrate to others how he has earned theirs.
Show him hard times, but no so hard that he can't get back up.
And give him as much love as you can possibly gather up.
I raised him up to this point.
Now he's yours.

clues

left behind, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Where do babies come from? Don't bother asking adults. They lie like pigs. However, diligent independent research and hours of playground consultation have yielded fruitful, if tentative, results. There are several theories. Near as we can figure out, it has something to do with acting ridiculous in the dark. We believe it is similar to dogs when they act peculiar and ride each other. This is called "making love". Careful study of popular song lyrics, advertising catch-lines, TV sitcoms, movies, and T-Shirt inscriptions offers us significant clues as to its nature. Apparently it makes grown-ups insipid and insane. Some graffiti was once observed that said "sex is good". All available evidence, however, points to the contrary.

-- Matt Groening

return to the soil

progressive recession, originally uploaded by McBeth.

You will die but the carbon will not; its career does not end with you. It will return to the soil, and there a plant may take it up again in time, sending it once more on a cycle of plant and animal life.

-- Jacob Bronowski

clear

glassy eyed, originally uploaded by McBeth.

There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness. When you're high it's tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars...But, somewhere, this changes. The fast ideas are far too fast, and there are far too many; overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Everything previously moving with the grain is now against-you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable...It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.

-- Kay Jamieson

what to do, what to do

have fun, will travel, originally uploaded by McBeth.

I’ve been unemployed for, well, a while. A major upheaval in health-related issues caused me to leave the job where I’d been employed in various capacities the previous fourteen years. It was imperative to my health and wellness to leave the work world for a while, and during the absence I took some comfort in the practice of thinking, ‘Oh this? This is temporary; I’ll get through it and get back to doing something that brings me satisfaction. I’ll feel useful again. I might even shake off this stinking stagnating missing sense of purpose. I can be happy again’.

This back-to-work experience has been a real trip. I haven’t generally discussed either my away-from-work time or the challenges of attempting to return to the workforce with many people. I had (and have) devoted friends and family who’ve listened and supported and who have continually encouraged me, but there comes a point when even I get sick of hearing myself talk so for now I’m content with having spilled a portion of my guts safely with them and leaving the rest to drift on. I hope you’ll believe me when I say with no hesitancy that if I was to ramble about the acronyms and seemingly arbitrary rules and the lack of __ (fill in the blank), your eyes would instantaneously glaze and, simultaneously, your brain combust. I’m all for full disclosure but really, there’s no need for bloody messes like exploded brains. Aside from anything else, your eyeballs will have gone AWOL after the brain combustion so you wouldn’t be able to see to clean up the splatter. And thus endeth both revelation and also the gross-out section of this post.

The Department of Vocational Rehabilitation’s contribution to this effort has thus far been minimal, but they do exist, they have tried to help if/when I’ve nudged them to follow through, and I’ve learned that the “Business Relations Specialist” (read: job coach) is my best go-to person for information and suggestions on how to navigate agencies, income guidelines, “not too much” income guidelines, and ways to navigate within the system without breaking rules. I do believe that there are fine, fine employees working for local and national agencies. I believe that every single governmental employee I’ve encountered – especially those in the social services sector – is underpaid and entirely overworked, juggling a ridiculously high number of caseloads than any single person in any sensible universe should ever be expected to accomplish. I’m not particularly satisfied with a host of services and conflicting information I’ve received, but it’s only fair that I temper my discouragement with all the stuff they’re required to do 1) well, 2) the first time, and 3) with all the other individuals they are supposed to be serving. I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it and I appreciate them for at least trying. In the same way I imagine I’d cling tightly to my airline seat that doubles as a flotation device if the plane crashed over water, I’ve learned to swing my lasso over the polite non-crabby informational-rich kind agency people and hold them tight. I like them.

So I’m feeling a little better, better enough to try working again. In December 2007 I took the first baby steps by meeting with agency people to rough out my skills and aptitudes and job goals. I began the hunt in December by just dipping a toe in, sending out one resume here or there to one potential employer, then another … It’s now early April and, after applications and resume-sending and first interviews and second interviews, I’ve been struggling against a strong despondent current and I remain unemployed. It’s probably an individual thing how much a person can take, but after so many rejections –even for positions I might not actually want- I’ve really had to focus on ignoring the compilation of silence and rejection so I can bring my best and most capable self to each new interview. Here’s a simple but elegant way of describing how that goes: It’s hard.

Within the past two weeks I interviewed for what I think might be the best job fit yet: a part-time position at a photography business (some behind-the-counter retail type work, some lab developing). It’s a job that would dovetail so nicely into the thing that I feel passionate about. While the wage is slightly low, the hours would be great and the products and services would be right up my alley. The interview went well, despite my lame-ass answer to the question “Say you want to shoot a picture with a shallow depth of focus. How would you do that?”

For the record, if you’re ever asked this question respond confidently, “Oh I most certainly would adjust the aperture, wouldn’t everyone?” rather than saying, “Um, well, I’d use a strong lens and I’d extend that sucker as far out as possible to make the subject clear and the background not”. Okay, I didn’t actually use the word ‘sucker’. My embarrassment was tempered greatly by the pleasant way he rolled with my strange sounding answer and worked it into an educational moment. I imagine I probably sounded like someone who doesn’t have all the cool kid photo skills, but you can use my dumbassedness to your benefit since now you’ll know how to accurately answer the question should you be asked.

You’re welcome.

At any rate, the interviewer told me he’d contact me either way, hired or not, within a week or two. It’s been a week and I have yet to be contacted and I’m obsessively concerned about why he hasn’t called. Migod, I’m a regular 15 year old waiting for my dreamboat to call and ask me to prom.

I had to talk talk talk myself up into dressing and showing up today for another interview for a different job. The second employer of the two provides telephone captioning services to people with hearing disabilities. That someone put voice recognition software together with telephone service is astounding to me. I thought my typing skills might be of some value to them. So, deep sigh, I did dress. I did show up and announce myself to the receptionist. I did also discover I was at the wrong office. At which point I did get directions to the correct building and the receptionist kindly called the receptionist at the second office to let them know I was on my way. My interview went well (don’t we always say that about nearly all interviews regardless of reality? ‘How did your interview go?’ ‘Oh that thing? Yeah, I aced it.’). But really, I took and passed four tests –two of which required a specific kind of attention I can’t recall ever having used in my previous jobs. It was nerve-wracking. My stomach acids churned, but I was excited to discover I really could do what he was asking of me and that I surpassed my own expectations.
Rah. Go me.

We discussed details of the position, scheduling, wages, and client confidentiality issues then holy miracle of miracles, he extended me a job offer.

Because the ‘pros’ and ‘cons’ lists for each job have too many small details probably unimportant to anyone but me, I won’t belabor the details here. Both positions would work well with a class schedule when I return to college classes this coming fall. Both are part-time jobs with possibility of switching over to full-time employment. Both are located on bus lines (yay for less driving!). I believe both employers could be considered small businesses (yay no big corporate work!).

Rattling around up there between neurons and receptors I have this contantly-running voice squeaking and worrying oh crap, what if the guy calls from the passion-related job with a job offer? I find it challenging to purposefully think less in worst-case scenario terms, though given the past few years’ experiences in which worst cases blew up with some regularity, it made sense to lower my expectations in order to cope with the continual disappointment. I am challenging myself to hold in my heart only that which rolls along the lines of hopeful possibility.

So each time the annoying worry starts up I’ve taken to telling the rattles that I cannot presently accommodate them, but if they’d like to take a number and have a seat over on one of the ripped plastic waiting room chairs someone will get to them as soon as possible. As it turns, out I actually did pick up a few handy tricks from social services.

on hold

floeing, originally uploaded by McBeth.

To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.

-- Robert Louis Stevenson

foolish heart

holding life still for a moment, originally uploaded by McBeth.

With each word, your tenderness grows, tearing my fears apart.
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart.
You're lovely, with your smile so warm and your cheek so soft,
there is nothing for me but to love you.

-- Frank Sinatra

two hundred twelve miles later

two hundred twelve miles later, originally uploaded by McBeth.

When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home.

-- Billy Joel

come back

maybe, originally uploaded by McBeth.

It quite often happens that the old man is subject to the delusion of a great moral renewal and rebirth, and from this experience he passes judgments on the work and course of his life, as if he had only now become clear-sighted; and yet the inspiration behind this feeling of well-being and these confident judgments is not wisdom, but weariness.

-- Frederich Nietzsche

fashionable

in solidarity, originally uploaded by McBeth.

I have a full, rich respect for fashion. I love its whimsy, its humor, its charm and its rewards. I love its vagaries and its demands. I love what it does for women. But I know, with all my heart, that no woman should follow it blindly.

-- Loretta Young

I am beautiful.

no matter what they say, originally uploaded by McBeth.

Every day is so wonderful
And suddenly its hard to breathe
Now and then I get insecure
From all the pain
I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful
In every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down

So, don't you bring me down today

To all your friends you're delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The pieces gone
Left the puzzles undone
That's the way it is

You are beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can't bring you down
You are beautiful
In every single way
Yes, words can't bring you down

So, don't you bring me down today

No matter what we do
No matter what we say
We're the song inside the tune,
Full of beautiful mistakes
And everywhere we go,
The sun will always shine
And tomorrow we might wake on the other side

Cause we are beautiful
No matter what they say
Yes, words won't bring us down, no
We are beautiful
In every single way

Yes, words can't bring us down today

-- Christina Aguielara
*lyrics