I'm trying to keep loud songs off my blog. A blog should be a peaceful place to go, right? You should'nt have to come to a blog and have music blarring at you! right? The truth is I love it loud! and for this reason I am having trouble trying to keep this a peaceful place. ;) However I will keep trying to find peaceful songs to balance it out. ;)I love this song "That's not my name". Not so much for the words but because it just sounds cool and has a strong bass beat. However the words are also powerful.
This song is about feeling so forgettable that people don't even remember your name. I think most of us have felt like that at some stage. Some of the words off the song are:-
They call me hell
They call me Stacey
They call me her
They call me Jane
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
They call me quiet girl
But I'm a riot
Maybe Joleisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
I miss the catch if they threw me the ball
I'm the last kid standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now
So alone all the time at night
Lock myself away
Listen to me, I'm not
Although I'm dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
I went to India a few years ago and traveled across the north of India with my father-in-law. I was struck by the huge difference between the two countries. One of the first places we went to was Mother Theresa's hospitals and convents in Calcutta. We worked for a day in a place started by mother Theresa for the sick and dying. She started it for a place for people to come who were dying and had no one to look after them. They were people who nobody cared for, no one loved and nobody thought they were important enough to look after. They would have died on the streets. The nuns worked tirelessly to love and look after these people. I was amazed by these nuns. I was amazed by their incredible selflessness. I went there after Mother Theresa had passed away but her legacy was living on in these women. Mother Theresa made a decision that she would not only remember these people but she would look after them. I remember thinking that it had never occurred to me that there were people in other countries who had such big problems, like poverty and dying on the streets. Because I had never seen it, it was as though it didn't exist, at least for me it didn't.
Poverty is like that to most of us. If we don't see it, it doesn't exist. We saw the bushfire's and gave millions. We saw it and believed. We don't experience poverty so we don't really believe the extent and the enormity of it and we don't see the difference a little of our money can make.
Next time you feel so forgettable that people don't even remember your name, consider this:-
30,000 children die each day due to poverty. And they “die quietly in some of the poorest villages on earth, far removed from the scrutiny and the conscience of the world. Being meek and weak in life makes these dying multitudes even more invisible in death.”
Every day 30,000 children!
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