‘Post Traumatic’ EP by Mike Shinoda

Place to Start

I don’t have a leg to stand on

Spinning like a whirlwind nothing to land on

Came so far never thought it’d be done now

Stuck in a holding pattern waiting to come down

Did somebody else define me

Can I put the past behind me

Do I even have a decision

Feeling like I’m living in a story already written

Am I part of a vision / made by somebody else

Pointing fingers at villains but I’m the villain myself

Or am I out of conviction with no wind in the sail

Too focused on the end and simply ready to fail

Cause I’m tired of the fear that I can’t control this

I’m tired of feeling like every next step’s hopeless

I’m tired of being scared what I build might break apart

I don’t want to know the end, all I want is a place to start




Over Again

Sometimes / sometimes you don’t say goodbye once

You say goodbye over and over and over again

Over and over and over again

Sometimes / sometimes you don’t say goodbye once

You say goodbye over and over and over again

Over and over and over again


It was a month since he passed / maybe less

And no one knew what to do / we were such a mess

We were texting / we were calling / we were checking in

We said we ought to play a show in honor of our friend

Well now that show’s finally here / it’s tonight

Supposed to go / to the bowl / get on stage / dim the lights

With our friends / and our family / in his name / celebrate

There’s no way that I’ll be ready to get back up on that stage

Can’t remember if I’ve cancelled any show

But I think about what I’m supposed to do and I don’t know

Cause I think about not doing it the same way as before

And it makes me wanna puke my fucking guts out on the floor

We rehearsed it for a month / I’m not worried about the set

I get tackled by the grief at times that I would least expect

I know what I should be doing when I’m singing but instead

We’ll be playing through a song and I’d remember in my head


Sometimes / sometimes you don’t say goodbye once

You say goodbye over and over and over again

Over and over and over again

Sometimes / sometimes you don’t say goodbye once

You say goodbye over and over and over again

Over and over and over again


What (are) they saying, I’m not raw?

What the fuck you take me for?

All the sudden you hear what I’ve said a hundred ways before?

I been pushed, I been trapped

Drug myself through hell and back and

Fallen flat and had the balls to start it all again from scratch

How do you feel / how you doing / how’d the show go?

Am I insane to say the truth is that I don’t know

My body aches heads spinning this is all wrong

I almost lost it in middle of a couple songs

And everybody that I talk to is like, “wow Must be really hard to figure out what to do now”

Well thank you genius / you think it’ll be a challenge

Only my life’s work hanging in the fucking balance

And all I wanted was to get a little bit of closure

And every step I took I looked and wasn’t any closer

Cause sometimes when you say goodbye yeah you say it

Over and over and over and over




Watching As I Fall

Excuse me while I kiss the sky

Sing a song of sixpence / pocket full of lies

Thinking I’m OK but they’re saying otherwise

Tell me how I look but can’t look me in the eyes

Watching as I say this and then I do that

Telling them the old words but in a new rap

Then I change my mind up and make them lose track

Shit I’m inconsistent I thought you knew that


Maybe I should be more grateful

That I had to watch it all come undone

Holding so tight to the edge is painful

But I can’t ignore it I know


They’re watching as I fall / they’re staring as I go

I gave until my soul hurt / and never told them so

They’re watching as I fall / to somewhere down below

But maybe I’m just falling / to get somewhere they won’t


Excuse me while I sympathize

Singing with the fat lady tell me what’s the time

You know what it is not afraid to cross the line

Nothing is forever don’t be mad at the design

Ask me if I can / I say I don’t know

And honestly I buy that I can sound cold

Still upset from shit that’s 15 years old

I don’t know what it takes to make me let go


Maybe I should be more grateful

That I had to watch it all come undone

Holding so tight to the edge is painful

But can’t ignore it I know


They’re watching as I fall / they’re staring as I go

I gave until my soul hurt / and never told them so

They’re watching as I fall / to somewhere down below

But maybe I’m just falling / to get somewhere they won’t




Thank You Mike.

We Love You.

Nine Life Lessons from Tim Minchin

I’m not an inspirational speaker. I’ve never lost a limb on a mountainside, metaphorically or otherwise. And I’m certainly not here to give career advice, ’cause, well, I’ve never really had what most would consider a job. However, I have had large groups of people listening to what I say for quite a few years now, and it’s given me an inflated sense of self-importance. So I will now, at the ripe old age of 37.9, bestow upon you nine life lessons.

One. You don’t have to have a dream. Americans on talent shows always talk about their dreams. Fine, if you have something you’ve always wanted to do, dreamed of like in your heart, go for it. After all, it’s something to do with your time, chasing a dream. And if it’s a big enough one, it’ll take you most of your life to achieve, so by the time you get to it and are staring into the abyss of the meaninglessness of your achievement, you’ll be almost dead so it won’t matter. I never really had one of these dreams. And so I advocate passionate dedication to the pursuit of short-term goals. Be micro-ambitious. Put your head down and work with pride on whatever is in front of you. You never know where you might end up. Just be aware the next worthy pursuit will probably appear in your periphery, which is why you should be careful of long-term dreams. If you focus too far in front of you, you won’t see the shiny thing out of the corner of your eye.

Two. Don’t seek happiness. Happiness is like an orgasm. If you think about it too much, it goes away. Keep busy and aim to make someone else happy and you might find you get some as a side effect. We didn’t evolve to be constantly content. Contented homo erectus got eaten before passing on their genes.

Three. Remember, it’s all luck. You are lucky to be here. You are incalculably lucky to be born. Understanding that you can’t truly take credit for your successes, nor truly blame others for their failures, will humble you and make you more compassionate. Empathy is intuitive, but is also something you can work on intellectually.

Four. Exercise. I’m sorry you pasty, pale, smoking philosophy grads, arching your eyebrows into a Cartesian curve as you watch the human movement mob winding their way through the miniature traffic cones of their existence. You are wrong and they are right. Well, you’re half right. You think, therefore you are, but also you jog, therefore you sleep, therefore you’re not overwhelmed by existential angst. You can’t be Kant, and you don’t want to be. Play a sport, do yoga, pump iron, run, whatever, but take care of your body. You’re going to need it. Most of you mob are going to live to nearly 100, and even the poorest of you will achieve a level of wealth that most humans throughout history could not have dreamed of. And this long, luxurious life ahead of you is going to make you depressed.

Five. Be hard on your opinions. A famous bon mot asserts that opinions are like assholes, in that everyone has one. There is great wisdom in this, but I would add that opinions differ significantly from assholes in that yours should be constantly and thoroughly examined. We must think critically and not just about the ideas of others. Be hard on your beliefs. Take them out onto the veranda and hit them with a cricket bat. Be intellectually rigorous. Identify your biases, your prejudices, your privileges. Most of society’s arguments are kept alive by a failure to acknowledge nuance. We tend to generate false dichotomies and then try to argue one point using two entirely different sets of assumptions, like two tennis players trying to win a match by hitting beautifully executed shots from either end of separate tennis courts.

Six. Be a teacher. Please. Please, please be a teacher. Teachers are the most admirable and important people in the world. You don’t have to do it forever but if you are in doubt of what to do be an amazing teacher. Even if you are not a teacher, be a teacher. Share your ideas; don’t take for granted your education. Rejoice in what you learn and spray it.

Seven. Define yourself by what you love. I found myself doing this thing a bit recently where if someone asks me what sort of music I like I say, “Well I don’t listen to the radio because pop song lyrics annoy me.” Or if someone asks me what food I like I say, “I think truffle oil is overused and slightly obnoxious.” And I see it all the time online, people whose idea of being part of a subculture is to hate Coldplay or football or feminists or the Liberal Party. We have a tendency to define ourselves in opposition to stuff. As a comedian I make my living out of it. But try to also express your passion for things you love. Be demonstrative and generous in your praise of those you admire. Send thank you cards and give standing ovations. Be pro-stuff, not just anti-stuff.

Eight. Respect people with less power than you. I have in the past made important decisions about people I work with, agents and producers, big decisions based largely on how they treat the wait staff in the restaurants we’re having the meeting in. I don’t care if you’re the most powerful cat in the room, I will judge you on how you treat the least powerful. So there.

Nine. Finally, Don’t rush. You don’t need to already know what you’re going to do with the rest of your life. Don’t panic. You will soon be dead. Life will sometimes seem long and tough, and god its tiring. And you will sometimes be happy and sometimes sad, and then you’ll be old, and then you’ll be dead. There is only one sensible thing to do with this empty existence, and that is fill it. Not “fillet,” fill it. Life is best filled by learning as much as you can about as much as you can. Taking pride in whatever you are doing, having compassion, sharing ideas, running, being enthusiastic, and then there’s love and travel and wine and sex and art and kids and giving and mountain climbing. But you know all of that stuff already. Its an incredibly exciting thing. This one meaningless life of yours. Good luck, and thank you for indulging me.


Transcript made from a video by Word Porn.

What’s Next

We were wanderers from the beginning.

We knew every stand of tree for a hundred miles.

When the fruits and nuts were ripe, we were there.

We followed the herds in their annual migrations. We rejoiced in fresh meat.

Through stealth, feint, ambush and main force assault. A few of us co-operating accomplished what many of us each hunting alone, could not.

We depended on one another.

Making it on our own was as ludicrous to imagine as was settling down.

Working together we protected our children from the lions and the hyenas.

We taught them the skills they would need, and the tools.

Then, as now, technology was the key to our survival.

For 99.9% of the time since our species came to be we were hunters and foragers, wanderers on the Savannahs and the steps.

There were no border guards then, no customs officials, the frontier was everywhere.

We were bounded only by the earth, and the ocean, and the sky.

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Transcript made from a video by Word Porn.


I don’t believe in the word procrastination. Like, I don’t really believe in that word. I told a young lady in Australia who told me she was a procrastinator, I said look, “If I told you to meet me here tomorrow at five a.m. and I am going to give you three million dollars, where would you be?” She said, “I would be right there at four fifty-nine ready to get that three million dollars.” And I said, “So then, there is no such thing as procrastination. What it is is, it’s not important to you.”

Right? It’s not meaningful to you, its not something thats urgent to you. And when something is not urgent you put it off. So yep, you’re in school, yes. You probably are getting grades, etc., but if its not meaningful to you, if its not important to you, then you are not going to make it a priority.

So what you have to do is find out how can you make it meaningful? How can you make it purposeful, how can you make it stick? And when you can find that out, I promise you, you will get up early, you will get there first and you will do whatever it takes to make that goal a reality. So for me, no such thing as procrastination. Its such a thing as, its not a priority to you.

You said you were going to graduate this year, you were going to finish college this year, you said you were going to run a marathon, right? This is what you said out of your mouth. All I am doing is I’m saying — listen to me, I’m not telling you what to do. I’m not telling you you should do this, you should do that, you should do this, I didn’t tell you all year what you should do. But what I did tell you is don’t talk about it, be about it.

You should be tired. Alright? You should be tired of talking about it and you should be at a place where you do something about it. Alright

The reason why you have not become successful, the reason why you are not like a locomotive, the reason why you are not having success in your life, is because every single day you got an excuse. And I need you to do me a favor — I made my last excuse yesterday. My last reason, I came up with my last reason yesterday of why I can’t do what I’m suppose to do. And so, I need you to do me a huge favor, all your excuses, all your good reasons, everything that is keeping you from doing what you are supposed to do, I need you to put it behind you and say, “Yesterday was the last day for that foolishness.”

Yesterday was the last day to say I don’t have money to do this, I don’t have enough money to go to school, I don’t have enough money to get a computer, I don’t have what it takes, I’m not smart enough, right, I don’t write well enough, I don’t sing well enough that’s why I didn’t do my cd, I didn’t write my book because I’m not on that level — Listen to me, you better hear what I am saying. Yesterday was the last day that I want to hear an excuse. It’s over with.

I was embarrassed, I said, listen to me: no more defeats No more defeats man, no more. I was tired of feeling defeated, I was tired of talking about I was going to do it and then do it, and I hated the feeling of when someone asked me “Yo E, where the book,” and I aint got it. I was tired of getting beat. I was tired of defeat. And I said “I’m going to get it done.”

Every time you set this big goal, you never get it accomplished because you never break it up into manageable pieces. This is it, I’m talking about procrastinators, you still have time. Don’t quit. Don’t give up. You still have time. You can do it, you can make it happen. But you can’t do it procrastinating, you can’t do it talking about it, alright.

So I just want to go back and recap because I want to make sure you hear what I’m saying — I dare you, I double dare you to do exactly what you said you were going to do when the year started because its not too late.


— Eric Thomas

Transcript created from a video by Chispa Motivation

Make Your Life Spectacular

You know,

as we come to the end of this phase of our life,

we find ourselves trying to remember the good times and trying to forget the bad times.

And we find ourselves thinking about the future.

We start to worry, thinking,

What am I gonna do? Where am I gonna be in ten years?

But I say to you,

Hey, look at me. Please, don’t worry so much.

Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth.

Life is fleeting.

And if you’re ever distressed,

cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night.

And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me.

Make your life spectacular.

I know I did.


— Robin Williams

Transcript from a video by Goalcast.


Just Stand.

The wisest person I ever met in my life: a third grade drop out. Wisest and drop out in the same sentence is rather oxymoronic, like jumbo shrimp. Mm-hmm. Like fun run, aint nothing fun about it. Like Microsoft works, ya’ll don’t hear me. I used to say, like country music, but I’ve lived in Texas so long I love country music now. I hunt, I fish, I have cowboy boots and cowboy– Ya’ll, I’m a blackneck redneck do you hear what I’m saying to you? No longer oxymoronic for me to say country music. And its not oxymoronic for me to say third grade and drop out.

That third grade drop out, the wisest person I’ve ever met in my life, who taught me to combine knowledge and wisdom to make an impact, was my father. A simple cook, wisest man I ever met in my life. Just a simple cook. Left school in the third grade to help out on the family farm but just because he left school doesn’t mean his education stopped. Mark Twain once said “I never allowed my schooling to get in the way of my education.” My father taught himself how to read, taught himself how to write. Decided in the midst of Jim Crow-ism, as America was breathing the last gasp of the Civil War, my father decided he was going to stand and be a man. Not a black man, not a brown man, not a white man – but a man. He literally challenged himself to be the best that he could all the days of his life.

I have four degrees, my brother is a judge, we’re not the smartest ones in our family. Its a third grade drop out daddy. A third grade drop out daddy who was quoting Michelangelo saying to us, “Boys, I won’t have a problem if you aim high and miss. But I’m going to have a real issue if you aim low and hit.” A country mother quoting Henry Ford saying, “If you think you can or if you think you can’t, you’re right.” I learned that from a third grade dro– simple lessons!

Lessons like these: Son you’d rather be an hour early than a minute late. We never knew what time it was in my house because the clocks were always ahead. My mother said for nearly thirty years my father left the house at 03:45 in the morning. One day she asked him “Why, Daddy?” He said “Maybe one of my boys will catch me in the act of excellence.” I want to share two things with you, Aristotle said “You are what you repeatedly do. Therefore, excellence ought to be a habit not an act.” I know you’re tough but always remember to be kind, always. Don’t ever forget that. Never embarrass mamma. Mm-hmm. If mamma aint happy, aint nobody happy. If daddy aint happy don’t nobody care but you know, what can I tell ya.

Next lesson, lesson from a cook over there in the galley, “Son, make sure your servants’ towel is bigger than your ego.” Ego is the anesthesia that deadens the paint of stupidity. Ya’ll might have a relative in mind you want to send that to let me say it again, ego is the anesthesia that deadens the paint of stupidity. Pride is the burden of a foolish person.

John Wooden coached basketball at UCLA for a living, but his calling was to impact people. And with all those National Championships guess what he was found doing in the middle of the week? Going into the cubbard, grabbing a broom, and sweeping his own gym floor. You want to make an impact? Find your broom. Every day of your life, you find your broom. You grow your influence that way. That way you’re attracting people so that you can impact them.

Final lesson: “Son, if you’re going to do a job, do it right.” I’ve always been told how average I can be. Always been criticized about being average. But I want to tell you something, I stand here be fore you, before all of these people not listening to those words, but telling myself every single day to shoot for the stars, to be the best that I can be. Good enough isn’t good enough if it can be better. And better isn’t good enough if it can be best.

Let me close with a very personal story that I think will bring all of this into focus. Wisdom will come to you in the unlikeliest of sources, a lot of times in failure. When you hit rock bottom remember this, while you’re struggling, rock bottom can also be a great foundation from which to build and on which to grow. I’m not worried that you will be successful, I’m worried that you won’t fail from time to time. The person that gets up off the canvas and keeps going, thats the person that will continue grow their influence.

Back in the 70’s, to help me make this point, let me introduce you to someone. I met the finest woman I’d ever met in my life. Mm-hmm. Back in my day we’d have called her a brick house. This woman was the finest woman I’d ever seen in my life there was just one little problem, back then ladies didn’t like big ‘ol linemen… The Blindside hadn’t come out yet, they liked quarter backs and running backs… We’re at this dance and I find out her name is Trina Williams from Lompoc, California. We’re all dancing and we’re just excited and I decided in the middle of dancing with her that I would ask her for her phone number. Trina was the first… Trina was the only woman in college to give me her real telephone number.

The next day was walked to Baskin & Robins ice cream parlor. My friends couldn’t believe it, this was forty years ago and my friends still can’t believe it. We go on a second date, and a third date, and a fourth date. Mm-hmm. We drive from Chico to Valleio so that she could meet my parents. My father meets her, my daddy, my hero, he meets her, pulls me to the side and says, “Is she psycho?”

But anyway. We go together for a year, two years, three years, four years by now Trina’s a senior in college. I’m still a freshman but I’m working some things out. I’m so glad I graduated in four terms; Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan… So now its time to propose, so I talk to her girlfriends and its California, its in the 70’s so it has to be outside. Have to have a candle, you have to have some chocolate – Listen I’m from the hood, I had a bottle of Boon’s Farm wine. That’s what I had.

She said “Yes!”

That was the key, I married the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my – Ya’ll ever been to a wedding and even before the wedding starts you hear this, “How in the world?” And it was coming from my side of the family!

We get married, we have a few children, our lives are great. One day Trina finds a lump in her left breast. Breast cancer. Six years after that diagnosis me and my two little boys walked up to Mommy’s casket. And for two years my heart didn’t beat. If it wasn’t for my faith in god I wouldn’t be standing here today. If it wasn’t for those two little boys there would have been no reason for which to go on. I was completely lost. That was rock bottom.

You what sustained me? The wisdom of a third grade drop out. The wisdom of a simple cook. We’re at the casket. I’d never seen my dad cry but this time I saw my dad cry. That was his daughter. Trina was his daughter, not his daughter in law. And I’m right behind my father about to see her for the last time on this earth, and my father shared three words with me that changed my life right there at the casket. It would be the last lesson he would ever teach me.

He said “Son, Just Stand.”

You keep standing. You keep standing. No matter how rough the sea, you keep standing. And I’m not talking about just water. You keep standing. No matter what. You don’t give up. And as clearly as I am talking to you today, these were some of her last words to me. She looked me in the eye and she said “It doesn’t matter to me any longer how long I live. What matters to me most is how I live.”

I ask you all one question, a question that I was asked all my life by a third grade drop out. How you living? How you living?

Every day ask yourself that question. How you living? Here’s what a cook would suggest you live, this way, that you would not judge, that you would show up early, that you’d be kind, that you make sure that that servants’ towel is huge and used, that if you’re going to do something, you do it the right way.

That cook would tell you this, that it is never wrong to do the right thing, that how you do anything is how you do everything, and in that way you will grow your influence to make an impact. In that way you will honor all those who have gone before you who have invested in you.

Look in those unlikeliest places for wisdom. Enhance your life every day by seeking that wisdom and asking yourself every night,

How am I living?


Speech by Rick Rigsby

Transcript from a video by Goalcast

Ever Tried. Ever Failed.

I had so many dreams of where I wanted to go, who I wanted to be, and what I wanted to do.

You have your own story to tell.

Theater companies I wanted to start with classmates, movies I wanted to be in, directors I wanted to work with, stories I needed to tell.

I packed the life that I knew with socks and a toothbrush into my backpack and I slept on couch, after couch, after couch, after couch at friends apartments in New York until I wore out their rent paying roommates’ welcome.

I didn’t want a “day job” – I was an actor, I was a writer – I had to get a day job. I dusted pianos at a piano store on Ludlow Street for five months. I worked on the property of a Shakespeare Scholar for a year pulling weeds and removing bees nests. I went on unemployment once but not for long, I couldn’t handle the guilt.

Eventually I was able to pay rent for a spot on the floor on the lower East side, but my roommate had a breakdown and disappeared. I helped hang paintings at galleries; paintings that inspire you to think, “I could do that.”

And then, finally, after two years of job and couch surfing, I got a “job”. In application processing. As a data enter-er, at a place called Professional Examination Services. And I stayed for six years – six years.

From the age of twenty-three to twenty-nine; well they loved me there. I was funny. I smoked in the loading docks with the guys from the mail room and we shared how hung over we were. I called in sick almost every Friday because I was out late the night before. I hated that job. And I clung to that job.

Because of that job, I could afford my own place. My dream of running a theater company with my friend and fellow Bennington graduate Ian Bell had died. I had only the one window – I myself could not look out the window, it was quite high. No “acting agent.”

When I was twenty-nine I told myself, “The next acting job I get, no matter what it pays I will from now on, for better or worse, be a working actor.”

But something good happened; I got a low paying theater job in a play called “Imperfect Love,” which led to a film called “Thirteen Moons” with the same writer. Which led to other roles, which led to other roles, and I’ve worked as an actor ever since.

I didn’t know that would happen. At twenty-nine, walking away from data processing, I was terrified. Ten years in a place without heat, six years at a job I was stuck in, maybe I was afraid of change.

Are you?

But this made me very hungry. Literally. I couldn’t be lazy, I couldn’t be. And so at twenty-nine, and at very long last, I was in the company of the actors and writers and directors I had sought at that first year, that first day, after school. I was, I am, by their sides.

Raise the rest of your life to meet you. Don’t search for defining moments because they will never come. The moments that define you have already happened, and they will already happen again. And it passes so quickly – so please, bring eachother along with you.

You, you just get a bit derailed. But soon something starts to happen, trust me, a rhythm sets in. Just try not to wait until like me, you’re twenty-nine before you find it. And if you are thats fine too. Some of us never find it. But you will, I promise you, you are already here. You will find your rhythm or continue the one you have already found.

Don’t wait until they tell you, you are ready. Get in there. Sing.

The world might say you aren’t allowed to yet. I waited a long time out in the world before I gave myself permission to fail. Please, don’t even bother asking. Don’t bother telling the world you are ready. Show it. Do it.

What did Beckett say?

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better.

We burn very brightly, please don’t ever stop. The world is yours. Treat everyone kindly, and light up the night.


— Transcript made from a video (Are You Scared of Change) made by Mulligan Brothers