The kind of men I've been blessed, or cursed (depending on what season I am in and what they've done right or wrong) to have encountered can be described in the context of acronyms--HHWW, TNT, SOB, and as declared by the Guinness Book of World Records to be the world's longest acronym, NIIOMTPLABOPARMBETZHELBETRABSBOMONIMONKONOTDTEKHSTROMONT (as found from the Concise Dictionary of Soviet Terminology, which translates to "The laboratory for shuttering, reinforcement, concrete and ferroconcrete operations for composite-monolithic and monolithic constructions of the Department of the Technology of Building-assembly operations of the Scientific Research Institute of the Organization for building mechanization and technical aid of the Academy of Building and Architecture of the USSR").
A jargon of their own. But apart from a particular context, meaningless. They come stringed, punctuated or not, initialized, abbreviated or assimilated. Annoying but has a purpose.
And so it is fascinating the first time I heard these guys whose work I borrow below. I thought, wow, scorned angry men and no abstractions about it. Candid and honest without being pathetically syrupy about it. That's something new. My kind of men.
I've yet to read about their demography, politics and psychology so I beg your indulgence. I am merely basing these from what I've heard on their other tracks. No painted whitewashed paradise. More like overcast to stormy skies. The female face isn't even painted well in some instances but still I am drawn to listen.
There is so much to relate to. For one, I feel like I am the reason for those songs coming to existence. You can sue me if you think otherwise. But if you too are single, full-blooded, biologically female, and all-too-100%-complex-wanting-simplicity, you are free to relate.
So from A.C.R.O.N.Y.M.S. to ABC soup. It's not sweet. It isn't supposed to be. Some salt, some spice. Comfort food. Childlike joy floating on warm, clear, light perspective. Have some. It's rainy out there.
Must Get Out.Maroon5.I’ve been the needle and the threadWeaving figure eights and circles round your headI try to laugh but cry insteadPatiently wait to hear the words you’ve never saidFumbling through your dresser drawer forgot what I was looking forTry to guide me in the right directionMaking use of all this timeKeeping everything insideClose my eyes and listen to you cryI'm lifting you upI'm letting you downI'm dancing till dawnI'm fooling aroundI'm not giving upI'm making your loveThis city's made us crazy and we must get outThis is not goodbye she saidIt is just time for me to rest my headShe does not walk she runs insteadDown these jagged streets and into my bedFumbling through your dresser drawer forgot what I was looking forTry to guide me in the right directionMaking use of all this timeKeeping everything insideClose my eyes and listen to you cryI'm lifting you upI'm letting you downI'm dancing till dawnI'm fooling aroundI'm not giving upI'm making your loveThis city’s made us crazy and we must get outThere’s only so much I can do for youAfter all of the things you put me throughI'm lifting you upI'm letting you downI'm dancing till dawnI'm fooling aroundI'm not giving upI'm making your loveThis city’s made us crazy and we must get outI'm lifting you upI'm letting you downI'm dancing till dawnI'm fooling aroundI'm not giving upI'm making your loveThis city’s made us crazy and we must get out
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Info Source: http://www.wordiq.com/definition/Acronym
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Another thing caught my attention on the WordIQ site.
Check it out. Again us on the map :)
http://www.wordiq.com/definition/Acronyms_in_the_Philippines
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