Not Playing Nice
I never jumped on the Dixie Chicks bandwagon - shocker, I know. And even though they won major points with me with the whole we're ashamed Bush is from our home state business and their subsequent sticking to their guns, I didn't pay much attention last week when the blogosphere started raving about their new single/video "Not Ready to Play Nice". Hey, I've been busy.
I ran across it again today and decided to give it a go. Wow! The bitches are pissed and I say brava! The video is intelligent, artistic and spot on - and doesn't Natalie Maines look friggin' gorgeous! The oil = blood imagery and the whole lady Macbeth (it's on all of our hands) routine is just brazilliant. Watch it for yourselves.
Here’s a plum passage from the lyrics – posted in their entirety in comments:
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 mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
posted by ThomG @ 2:15:00 PM
1 Comments:
Forgive, sounds good
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
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 mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
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’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
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
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