Shouts From Down Under

Empathy is the difference, isn't it, brother and sister?

Black Balloon.

I say with certainty, that what's in the movie, is what's in real life. This is as real as it gets, perhaps too real. That's why you should...

Do yourself, and the future generations under your care or in your home, a favour, go to the effort to get this movie and watch it all.

Because it's important.

You don't want to be a doofus who didn't know, do you? And be one of those people who realised years later that they didn't teach their kids something special, that might make all the difference.

YouTube doesn't have the movie available on there now, so I can't post a link.


This is the soundtrack, and lyrics, but probably won't make 100% sense unless you see the movie.



Even

by Simon Day

You're beautiful But you smell
You're mainstream But you rebel
You're the black sheep That runs with the herd
You're outwardly presidential Inwardly nerd

You're brilliant But you're people dumb
You're catwalk But you're fashion numb
You're a million different contradictions rolled into one
And that doesn't hurt to win me over

You're poker faced With the clearest tell
You're magical Without casting a spell
You don't blink enough And that's weird as hell
When everyone you watch is watching
You're bewitching But you're way too forward
You'd have conquered the world if you'd only been taller
You're sporty and proud Yet you're clumsy and awkward
If I wasn't yours it'd put me off
But if you were even A little bit badder A little bit louder A little bit easier to read
I'd be gone before you'd even see That I like you and I just wanted to say that cs from: ricsfreak.com/s/simon+day/even_20755103.html ]
If you were even A little bit stronger A little bit wiser A little more glitter and show
I'd been gone before you'd even know That I like you and I want you to know that

Don't change a little Don't change a little Don't change even a little
Cause I like you And I love you And I want you to know that

You're shy But you're a superstar
You're dysfunctional But I'll take what you are
You could get up and shine In a thousand rooms
And even with flaws such as yours you would bloom

You're intractable But you're wholly polite
I just know you would jump in raptured delight
Cause you're tone deaf But you sing like a muse
You leave everyone, everywhere
Except me confused

And if you were even A little bit badder A little bit prouder A little bit easier to read
I'd be gone before you'd even see That I like you and I just wanted to say that

If you were even A little bit stronger A little bit wiser A little more thunder and glow
I'd be gone before you'd even know
That I like you And I love you
And I want you to know that

That I like you And I love you
And I want you to know that

That I like you And I love you
And I want you to know that

Just goes to show that even faulty words / spelling / grammar may irritate but can still represent something that's imperfect in one way, can be a shining example in another, just because it IS imperfect.

One of a kind.

If we didn't have things in life that were less than perfect, how would we appreciate fully those things which are? And is perfection always the answer?

If we waited until our novels were perfect before submitting, would we ever do it?

Perhaps that sounds lame, and I'm not making excuses here. There is a time and place for self discipline and hard yard slogging. That part of life has its own rewards with immense satisfaction to be gained.

Anyway, here's to "Charlie" and the movie about Autism,

Black Balloon.

And to brothers everywhere who love their brothers (sisters too) and learn that what they have is far more important and valuable than peer popularity any day.

Sparky