Thursday, August 30

FSOTD: "The Fighter" by Gym Class Heroes feat. Ryan Tedder

I think this should be everyone's new theme song.  True story.

I don't pretend to have had an extremely difficult or depressing life thus far, but I've had my fair share of troubles and trials, disappointments and devastations.  Same as everyone else, my struggles and stresses are my own.  My headaches and heartaches are my own.  And the challenge of life is to learn how to successfully overcome all of that.

Which is why I think one of the greatest compliments is to be known as a Fighter.  There is an odd comfort to know that someone else recognizes that you've been put through the ringer, weathered the storm, battled the demons... and emerged victorious.  That you've been broken, bloodied and bruised... but you are still beautiful.

In our own unique way, we are all Fighters.  And I hope we all stay that way.

Listen and love.


Just waking up in the morning in the B well
Quite honest with you, I ain't really sleep well
You ever feel like your train of thought's been derailed?
That's when you press on, Lee Nails

Half the population's just waiting to see me fail
Yeah right, you're better off trying to freeze hell
Some of us do it for the females
And others do it for the retail

But I do it for the kids life threw the towel in on
Every time you fall it's only making your chin strong
And I'll be in your corner like Mick, baby
'Til the end or when you hear a song from that big lady

Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do y'all?

Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

And if I can last thirty rounds
There's no reason you should ever have your head down
Six foot five, two hundred and twenty pounds
Hailing from Rock Bottom, Loserville, Nothing Town

Text book version of a kid going nowhere fast
And now I'm yelling, "Kiss my a**!"
It's gonna take a couple right hooks, a few left jabs
For you to recognize you really ain't got it bad

Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do y'all?

Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

Everybody put your hands up
What we gonna do (hey!) y'all?
What we gonna do (hey!) y'all?

If you fall pick yourself up off the floor (get up)
And when your bones can't take no more (c'mon)
Just remember what you're here for
Cuz I know I'm a d*mn sure

Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

'Til the referee rings the bell
'Til both your eyes start to swell
'Til the crowd goes home
What we gonna do kid?

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