Not Ready to Make Nice
When was the last time I was compelled to blog twice in a day? Let alone list song lyrics? Maybe the 8th grade?I just heard the Dixie Chick's new song "Not Ready to Make Nice," which was their response to President Bush's anger surrounding lead singer Natalie Maine's London concert comment about her embarassment that the U.S. president was from her home state of Texas.
The song made me think of my bigot father again and I thought it was appropriate to list the lyrics here. I've taken the liberty of changing six or seven words to fit my life.
This is my new "I'm 35 and gay hear me roar" song:
Not Ready To Make Nice
(written by Emily Robison, Martie Maguire, Natalie Maines, Dan Wilson)
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting
I'm through with doubt
There's nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying
I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I know you said
Can't you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I know you said
Can't you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don't mind sayin'
It’s a sad, sad story when a father will teach his
Church that they ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can who I am
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
And how in the world can who I am
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better change
or I'd spend my after life in hell
I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting
posted by Jay @ 11:27 PM
1 Comments:
What an awesomely appropriate and indicting song -- especially the line about churches espousing hatred. I have fond memories of our Dixie Chicks Rehab telethon days (I was flipping channels and paused to watch tap-dancing Arthur Duncan on the Lawrence Welk show last week!). I'm so sorry about the great gulf between you and your father. Like DJ said, you're such a truly beautiful, special, and cherished person. I hope he'll be able one day to open his mind and heart enough to see what the rest of do.
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