Some people don't regret at all. They usually have a brain disorder.
My Way. This song was famously chosen by President Donald Trump for his Inaugural ball. Since the first verse points out that the "end has come" and the person is dying, I thought it was a curious choice for a "beginning ball" . Then I saw the cake that imitated his predecessor's cake, but only one tier was real and the rest was allegedly styrofoam. They seemed to have no regrets about that, so the choice of song started to make more sense.
Some people regret engaging in crimes.
WARNING, THIS SONG CONTAINS EXPLICIT WORDS INCLUDING THE N----- WORD.
I'm including it because I don't want to leave out one part of the world's culture, and it's relevant. I don't like the word.
Excerpt from "Regrets" by Jay Z.
"I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person
I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsing with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation in the BM, scoping the whole situation like, "Dayamm!" Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul are half closed, I put the key in Pulled off slow, hoping my people flee-in Ch--k tried to knock the only link that tied me in Coppers was watching us through nighttime binoculars This time they got us on tape, exchanging dope for dollars Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna Praying my people bailed out like Time/Warner Awaiting call, from his kin not the coroner Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets This time, stress, giving this sh-- up, f---
This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets And through our travels we get separated, never forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with Regrets."
Written by F.Di Pasquele & Jay Z
I think this applies to a lot of careers, not just violent ones, if we're honest with ourselves.
King David in the Bible was a really cool dude. Popular with the warriors, best friend loved him like Trump on a horse with a bare chested Putin; in favour with God, killed a huge but not very bright bloke called Goliath using just a lucky pet stone and a slingshot, could lull a cantankerous king to sleep with his harp, his lyrics were winning him the top 10 on the Jewish Hits charts. The people made him King, possibly because Grammy awards weren't yet invented, and the throne needed less dusting if somebody sat on it.
However, he was human. We can hold up leaders , religious ministers and famous people to a higher standard than ourselves, and perhaps we should, but at the end of the day they are human, they sin. CELEBRITIES ARE NOT GODS (Beyoncé , if you're listening.)
David stuffed up royally. He deliberately got his neighbour killed, to get his wife. He did it remotely, (as JayZ says) sending the man away to the front lines where the battle was hottest.
"in third person
I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsing with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation in the BM, scoping the whole situation like, "Dayamm!""
From "Regrets" sung by Jay Z.
We too distance ourselves from wrongdoing, but sponsor it as consumers, ripping off third world workers, or battery hens, remotely, never getting our hands soiled. Like Jay Z, we regret that, but push it down, "learn to live with regrets".
David had wives and concubines already, but the neighbour, a lowly soldier, had only one. David saw her bathing one day when he was leaning on his balcony wishing for a wild bucking horse event, saying "Rodeo, rodeo wherefore art thou rodeo..." .He saw her in the buff and wanted her, because , duh, lust, but also because power corrupts a soul. Power is isolating, so reality can get mislaid in all the swathes of entitlement. After the deed, the prophet Nathan brought God's message to David.
Man you've been bad, and God is mad.
Fair enough. David started having regrets. ( People get advised by their lawyers to show remorse at their trial in the hope of a lighter sentence).
King David was the whole package, you know: big brown puppy eyes with long lashes, charm, latest embroidered tunic, Nike ventilated performance sandals, (Nike was the god of very fast running on sweet feet), toned caramel legs with just the right amount of hair on them, champion, slingshot, pet lucky rock, muso, poet too.
I fell for a poet once when I shouldn't have. I regret it now as I was already taken. But poetry, if it's not bad, is a heady brew. David thought he'd try it out on God to get himself out of this mess he'd made . It couldn't hurt, right?
14 "Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, The God of my salvation, And my tongue shall sing aloud of Your righteousness. 15 O Lord, open my lips, And my mouth shall show forth Your praise.
16 For You do not desire sacrifice, or else I would give it; You do not delight in burnt offering. 17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, A broken and a contrite heart— These, O God, You will not despise."
King David
The Bible.
And more stuff harping on in that way. I think it's a good prayer for the police and military who struggle with having killed humans. So many get PTSD from killing, not just from someone trying to kill them. It's confronting taking a life, even if it's in the line of duty, you were following orders, or you were not responsible because of lack of sleep, given that your spouse was on a Netflix binge the night before on the bedroom tv.
"Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God".
Deliver me from the guilt. I could use that one with my regrets, too. And this bit "A broken and a contrite heart—These, O God, You will not despise."
He lived in ancient times. He was a rich celebrity. He could make laws, break them, afford organic locusts and wild vegan honey even out of season, but in contrition he was just like us, broken hearted with regret. Mostly because he got caught, but let's not get picky.
God needs us to be empty before he can fill us up with grace. If we are still full of our own bulldust, we will eventually go down like Goliath.
The lead singer of Linkin Park , Chester Bennington, died at age 41 this week of suspected suicide. If you feel life is getting too much, please get professional help, go to a doctor or call a helpline in your country. If you are in Australia, try Lifeline or Beyond Blue.
Their music is very powerful. Here is one of their earlier songs. I think this song is art because it delves immortal themes, and different people see different things in it. It became an anthem of part of a generation. I put it last today because it's more hopeful than the other songs, I see redemption in it as well as regret.
First some interpretations by fans.
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I think this song is about saying goodbye to the old you. The part of you you can't forgive because of the lies and horrible things you've done to hurt yourself and others. It's about having hope, forgiving that part of you and wanting to change for the better. It's an awesome song.
"A call to humankind to forgive itself and destroy the cycles of destruction in which it has snared itself. This song is both hopeful and desperate, but its message is clear: humankind cannot forgive itself until the individual--you and me--forgives himself for the wrongs he has done.
Excerpt from "What I've done", sung by Linkin Park.
"In this farewell There's no blood, there's no alibi 'Cause I've drawn regret From the truth of a thousand lies So let mercy come and wash away What I've done
I'll face myself to cross out what I've become Erase myself And let go of what I've done
Put to rest what you thought of me While I clean this slate With the hands of uncertainty So let mercy come and wash away What I've done."
SONGWRITERS
BRAD DELSON, CHESTER CHARLES BENNINGTON, DAVE FARRELL, JOSEPH HAHN, MIKE SHINODA, ROBERT G.
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When Princes William and Harry of Britain were young, their parents were divorced. During this period, no doubt they got teased alot at school, that their father wished he was a tampon, and asked by other boys if the Dodi was extinct yet.
They had to travel alot back and forth to visit each parent, some distance. They said they didn't see their mother much at one period, just before she died. Their mother, of course, was the tragic Princess Diana. One day she rang them from overseas, her last contact with them, and they cut the phone call short, wanting to get back to their friends. Now they say they regret this. Of course they were young, and not expecting their Mum to die in a car crash.
Maybe we should plan for such events though, those of us who are old enough to know people can die at any age. Do we value others enough while they are alive? When we go out the door , do we always say goodbye, or are we too upset, or don't care. When we come in, do we say hello? Do we tell our loved ones that they are? These things are the basics. I read about a woman who said recently she made her husband sleep on the couch because he had hardly been home, and he died that night from unknown causes in his sleep. Later she found out he'd hardly been home because he was doing something nice for her. She has regrets, she's telling the world.
Everyone has regrets about things they've done, unless they have brain damage. Apparently the difference between regret and remorse, or guilt, is that it applies to wishing we had done certain things, too. For example, in our country a few years ago, there was a campaign to get children to speak up when another child was being bullied. A song was put out to support the campaign, by Kate Miller-Heidke, a classically trained Australian turned pop singer. How many times do we fail to stand up for what is right? Even signing a petition, if enough people do it, it sends a powerful message.
Excerpt from "Caught in the crowd".
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It was after school in the afternoon The corridors were crowded as we came out of the rooms Three guys I knew pushed him into the cement Threw away his bag and said he had no friends
He yelled that he did and he looked around Tried getting up but they pushed him on down That's when he saw me, called out my name And I turned my back, and just walked away Yeah I turned my back, and just walked away
I was young and caught in the crowd I didn't know then what I know now I was dumb, and I was proud And I'm sorry If I could go back, do it again I'd be someone you could call friend Please please, believe that I'm sorry."
Songwriters: Kate Miller-Heidke / Keir Nuttall
Edith Piaf famously sang a song about how she regretted nothing , from her colourful life. Interesting as, though she was a great , great star and rightly so, she had also been a collaberator with the Germans during the occupation of France in WW2. She changed her opinion, by her last words.
Excerpt from "Non je ne regrette rien", in English
"With my memories I light the fire My pains, my pleasures I don't need them anymore I'm done with the loves and all their troubles I'm done for ever I start over with nothing
No, absolutely nothing No, I regret nothing Not the good that has been given Not the bad, it's all the same to me No, absolutely nothing No, I regret nothing Because my life, because my joys today, they start with you."
by Charles Dumont, with lyrics by Michel Vaucaire. It was written in 1956.
Hi. It's very important that you read part two, which has a slightly more uplifting ending. It's called What I've Done part 2.
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In this farewell There's no blood, there's no alibi 'Cause I've drawn regret From the truth of a thousand lies So let mercy come and wash away What I've done
I'll face myself to cross out what I've become Erase myself And let go of what I've done
Put to rest what you thought of me While I clean this slate With the hands of uncertainty So let mercy come and wash away What I've done
I'll face myself to cross out what I've become Erase myself And let go of what I've done
For what I've done I start again And whatever pain may come Today this ends I'm forgiving what I've done
I'll face myself to cross out what I've become Erase myself And let go of what I've done
(Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na) What I've done (Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na) Forgiving what I've done (Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na) (Na na na na)
