I am Meg, hear me blah

[earthbelow]

Answer these questions with song titles as cleverly as you can. Song titles only!

1.) Are you a male or female?
Woman Like A Man - Damien Rice

2.) Describe yourself:
Beautiful - Joydrop

3.) How do you feel about yourself?
Fine and Mellow - Billy Holiday

4.) Describe your ex boyfriend / girlfriend:
Hell - Squirrel Nut Zippers

5.) Describe your current boyfriend / girlfriend:
He's Funny That Way - Billy Holiday

6.) Describe your current location:
Far Away - Nickelback

7.) Describe where you want to be:
In The Air Tonight - Phil Collins

8.) Your best friend is:
Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac

9.) Your favorite color is:
Vermillion - Mercury Rev

10.) You know that:
None Of Us Are Free - Solomon Burke

11.) What's the weather like?
Hot In Herre - Nelly

12.) If your life was a television show, what would it be called?
Land of Confusion - Genesis

13.) What is life to you?
Love Is A Battle Field - Pat Benetar

14.) What is the best advice you have to give?
Jump Right In - Papa Vegas

15.) If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
Black Betty - Ram Jam






"Ways My Life Might Be The Death Of Me"
By: Meg Freeman

What a gift it would be if I were a gifted poet
and could reign words in
such that a century from now
you, sitting there alone would weep with me
or else make a banner of these things
and march to my drum

Do not think it is for lack of trying
I have seen the midnights come and go
counted them off as though they were noon
I have studied and read
I have read and studied
I have hunched myself and strained
Like a slave, I hunch
Until I ache and burn
and cannot see so clearly, cannot sit up straight

Fat lot of good it's done me.

I'd surrender if it was possible
but sometimes you are possessed.
Sometimes you realize that you surrendered a long time ago
and these were just the terms.

I know what it is like to serve one impossible master
and I cannot, for all my trying
imagine someone foolish enough to want two

I get up in the morning
and I earn a little money for my troubles
and I bring home bacon and lay it down at night
and say: "Give me words now, please"

On the good nights, there are no words
I can sit listless in front of the TV
and wonder if it's over for me
Wonder how long you can live without meaning
before the engine realizes there's nobody
behind the wheel and simple sputters to a stop

On the bad nights, there are infinite words
Who's grace astounds me and I gasp
But they fly past me at speed that would
make light jealous
And I can spend a lifetime trying to catch them
and never get one

Still, it's no use feeling sorry for me,
it's not like I know how to do anything else,
sometimes we're built for terrible purposes

The universe is such a beautiful bitch that way.