You Get What You Give

Wake up kids, we’ve got the dreamers disease
Age fourteen, they got you down on your knees
So polite, we’re busy still saying please
Frienemies, who when you’re down ain’t your friend
Every night, we smash their mercedes-benz
First we run, and then we laugh ’till we cry

But when the night is falling, you cannot find the light
You feel your dreams are dying, hold tight

* You’ve got the music in you
Don’t let go, you’ve got the music in you
One dance left, this world is gonna pull through
Don’t give up, you’ve got a reason to live
Can’t forget, we only get what we give

I’m comin’ home baby, you’re tops, give it to me now

Four a.m., we ran a miracle mile
We’re flat broke, but hey we do it in style
The bad rich, God’s flying in for your trial
But when the night is falling and you cannot find a friend
You feel your tree is breaking, just bend

This whole damn world can fall apart
You’ll be OK follow your heart
You’re in harms way I’m right behind
Now say you’re mine

Don’t let go, I feel the music in you
Fly high
What’s real can’t die
You only get what you give
You’re gonna get what you give
Just dont be afraid to live

Health insurance rip off lying
FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they’re multiplying
Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson
Courtney love and marilyn manson
You’re all fakes, run to your mansions
Come around, we’ll kick your ass in
Don’t let go
One dance left
Don’t give up
Can’t forget …

Song by “New Radicals”

Postcard & Hope

Many items sold along Chiang Mai’s walking street are locally made like this postcard. It is designed by a group of University student. So many kind and style. I picked this one “Ho Chi Minh” as I have heard and read some Great story of Vietnamese who fought for independent and freedom from Great Powers like French and the United State. Recently I also watched movie series “Young Indiana Jones” that some scene featuring young Ho Chi Minh in Paris at the UN-like meeting whereby Young Indiana Jones acted as advisor to the US Envoy.

The word on the postcard reads  “Without terrible cold-snap winter, we would never appreciate the warmth and the beauty of the spring”. Sort of.

My recollection as I looked at postcard is the place I was born. It is along “Vietnamese Rd.” (ซอยวัดญวน) part of Aranyaprathet Municipality bordered with Cambodia where my childhood’s sense was influenced by vibrant culture of Vietnamese migrants – neighbors, food, temple and some dialects – as well as other Thai-speaking ethnic groups (Loa, Yo and Phuan).

There, people living peacefully together.

After all, like someone said, we are limited ourselves not by the place of birth, not by the color of skin, but by the size of our hope.