Handclaps AND bird noises? I’m sold.

Beautiful Small Machines’ cover of MIA’s Paper Planes. Outstanding.

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again!

God’s World
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

O WORLD, I cannot hold thee close enough!
      Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
      Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
      But never knew I this;
      Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Touché.

Joke’s on him, though, because ThinkGeek has it for $5 less

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Radiolab

I think I listened to about four years of Radiolab. Also lots of This American Life and Stuff You Should Know.

Matt Nathanson, Modern Love

Jaymay, “Gray or Blue”

Sean McCann, Son of a Sailor

The Alternate Routes, Good and Reckless and True, and Lately

Alternate Routes are excellent driving music even discounting the aptness of their name.

Glee: The Music, Vol. 6

Always.

Rooney, Eureka


Marina and the Diamonds, The Family Jewels

Ingrid Michaelson, Everybody

Darwin Deez, “Radar Detector”

Hollerado, “Americanarama”

Two Door Cinema Club, Tourist History

Okkervil River, I Am Very Far

The Seedy Seeds, Verb Noun

Sunbears!, “Little Baby Pines”

Glee: The Music, Vol. 5: I’m not proud.

When I win the lottery, my library will look like the legislative library in Nova Scotia’s Province House.

Harvey Danger, “Flagpole Sitta”: when you read a contracts case about a guy who was actually hired to be a flagpole sitter, and your contracts professor is super into pop music, you watch this video in class.


Wall-E OST: soundtracks are the best study music, this is a true fact.

Carbon Leaf, How the West Was Vol. One

Glee The Music Vol. 3, Vol. 4, Road to Sectionals, Christmas Album: Yeah, I’m going to be honest, basically 90% of the music I listened to in the last year was from Glee. I’d be more embarrassed if I didn’t know that was true of half the school.

Neko Case, Middle Cyclone

Roky Erickson and Okkervil River, True Love Cast Out All Evil