There’s a certain je-ne-sais-quoi in the music of Tara Simmons, perhaps a combination of innocence and playfulness that puts the heavier content of her music in an easy-to-digest form. The song above, I Cannot Be Saved, is a great example: “I cannot be saved / In spite of my resilience / I can’t help but be a slave”. She also has a great music video to go along with it that you can check out at YouTube.
For the word ‘We’ must never be spoken, save by one’s choice and as a second thought. This word must never be placed first within man’s soul, else it becomes a monster, the root of all the evils on earth, the root of man’s torture by men, and an unspeakable lie.
The word ‘We’ is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages.
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?