True Story
P.L Lyrics
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You're the pollution, you're the issue, and they wanna solve it
They wanna kill you, you're the cancer, how's that make you feel?
I should have stayed asleep, waken up and get you killed
Hope in the throws, cope or choke on the holes
Pokers roast in the coals, misanthropic and cold (in the world)
In a bug's life scurry under scope with the mold
On and on and on and off we just unos and o's froze
Petrified living hidden sowed in the code (in the world)
The longest walk off the plank that's ever ranked in your soul
This is not what you chose, case open and closed (in the world)
Stuck on mega lit blocks, feathered tarred and detoxed
From the sox to the cockler tied up tethered and boxed
Just a helena with legs, framing the painting of dregs
Fuck your complaining I'm fresh
I’m tainted pain in the flesh
I’ll see you
Spit with an illy alien flex, 3 titty’d martian of text
That ugly grey riding a huffy over city with friends (in the world)
Live wrong and prosper's the mantra they try to drill in the head
4 out of 5 babies in graves agree the scene is of dread (in the world)
Seemingly seams that were woven have ripped, threaded but slipped
Like charlie o kilo echo sniffing dripping out red (in the world)
Shoot for the stars hit the roof, jump for the shark get a tooth
Reach for the flowers get thorny, warning their powers in bloom (in the world)
Pardon the fuzz I'm distorted, contorted, pardon the hiss
Don't let them henson me, enter me and control how I twitch
They say the holiest shit until flames around them get lit
Then costanza the crowd of children.. kick a baby to live
I’ll see you
The lyrics to P.L's song "True Story" are a commentary on the dark side of human nature and how society often turns on individuals who are seen as a problem or a threat. The opening lines are a direct attack on the listener, accusing them of being the very source of the world's problems: "They wanna kill you, you're the cancer, you're the fucking problem." The lyrics then go on to describe the bleak, misanthropic world we live in, where people are quick to judge and condemn others without mercy.
The singer of the song seems to be struggling with existential angst and a sense of powerless, caught in a world that is hostile and unforgiving. The lines "Hope in the throws, cope or choke on the holes / Pokers roast in the coals, misanthropic and cold" suggest a desperate attempt to find meaning in a world that seems to offer none. However, the singer is ultimately defeated by the overwhelming darkness of their surroundings and even contemplates violence as a solution: "I should have stayed asleep, waken up and get you killed".
Overall, "True Story" is a scathing critique of society's tendency to turn on those who are different or perceived as a threat. The lyrics are filled with visceral imagery and vivid metaphors, creating a sense of profound alienation and isolation within the listener.
Line by Line Meaning
They wanna kill you, you're the cancer, you're the fucking problem
You are the source of all problems and they want to get rid of you
You're the pollution, you're the issue, and they wanna solve it
You are causing damage to the environment and society and they want to fix it by eliminating you
They wanna kill you, you're the cancer, how's that make you feel?
They want to take your life because they believe you are a malignant force. How does that make you feel?
I should have stayed asleep, waken up and get you killed
I regret waking up because it makes me feel like I should have killed you
Hope in the throws, cope or choke on the holes
You are either going to succeed amidst your struggles, or fail and fall into the depths of despair
Pokers roast in the coals, misanthropic and cold (in the world)
People are being burned and destroyed, and the world is becoming more hateful and detached
In a bug's life scurry under scope with the mold
In a world where you are insignificant and easily overlooked, you hide like a bug under the microscope
Hold position or fold, no intermission it rolls (in the world)
Either stay put or give up, the world doesn't pause for anyone
On and on and on and off we just unos and o's froze
We keep going back and forth in life, stuck in the same cycle
Petrified living hidden sowed in the code (in the world)
Living in fear, trapped in a system that controls our every move
The longest walk off the plank that's ever ranked in your soul
Facing your deepest fears and taking a leap of faith, which is the hardest thing you can do
This is not what you chose, case open and closed (in the world)
Life is not what you expected it to be, there's nothing you can do to change that
Stuck on mega lit blocks, feathered tarred and detoxed
Stuck in a place with no escape, weighed down by addiction and feeling trapped
From the sox to the cockler tied up tethered and boxed
From the feet to the head, feeling trapped and confined
Just a helena with legs, framing the painting of dregs
You are just a shell of yourself, trapped in a negative environment
Fuck your complaining I'm fresh
I don't care about your complaints, I feel confident and energized
I’m tainted pain in the flesh
I am the embodiment of pain and suffering, living in the flesh
I’ll see you
I will encounter you again in the future
Spit with an illy alien flex, 3 titty’d martian of text
I spit rhymes with an unconventional style, like a strange martian creature with three breasts
That ugly grey riding a huffy over city with friends (in the world)
An unattractive, grey creature riding a bike through the city with friends
Live wrong and prosper's the mantra they try to drill in the head
The belief that living without morals and values is the key to success is being pushed onto people
4 out of 5 babies in graves agree the scene is of dread (in the world)
The current state of the world is so bleak and despairing, even babies who never lived beyond infancy can sense it
Seemingly seams that were woven have ripped, threaded but slipped
Things that were once thought to be solid and dependable are now falling apart and losing their shape
Like charlie o kilo echo sniffing dripping out red (in the world)
Like a dog who is chasing its own tail and constantly coming up empty, we are chasing our dreams and failing
Shoot for the stars hit the roof, jump for the shark get a tooth
Aim high but expect to fail, and sometimes taking risks will only result in small gains
Reach for the flowers get thorny, warning their powers in bloom (in the world)
Even seemingly good things can have unintended consequences and can hurt you
Pardon the fuzz I'm distorted, contorted, pardon the hiss
Excuse my confusion and twisted state of mind, I'm trying to figure things out
Don't let them henson me, enter me and control how I twitch
Don't let others manipulate and control your actions and behaviors
They say the holiest shit until flames around them get lit
People will claim to be moral and good until they face a crisis and their true colors are revealed
Then costanza the crowd of children.. kick a baby to live
People will act irrationally and with a mob mentality, even to the point of hurting innocent children
I’ll see you
I will encounter you again in the future
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: JAIME MELINE
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Miriam Thie
While Pamela Travers doesn't come across as a very loveable person, I think you must see it through the eyes of time ( the adoption of one twin and not telling him he was adopted was very normal at that time) and I think you must take her childhood in account.
An alcoholic, unreliable father who died when she was young and a very unstable and unreliable mother who traumatised her with telling her she was going to commit suicide. (WTF!) Everything a child needs is safety and love. She had neither.
She wanted a family of her own so much, to give her love, but I just think she was unable to. Because she never had the example of how it should've been. I feel for her. I've seen it in other reactions, and I wonder too. What happend to her sisters? Mary Poppins was very close to her heart, I think that was the reason she didn't want to 'give' it away. Others wouldn't understand how it was supposed to be, She wanted it to be how she was seeing it.
Everone who has read a book, and then seen the move knows, it's not how you imagined it.
People look different then how you thought them to be... It feels like it's not the same book, person, situation etc.
Imagine if you wrote a book. And someone made a film about it. You too would probably say, Hey, that's not how he looks! That's not how it go's! He/she never would do that! That's not right!
She was who she was because of her life made her that way. '
She was strong willed and her own woman, and in that time that was very extraordanary.
So, to all judgement judy's out there, go away, look at your own life please.
To everyone else, Yey! You are human!
dross24MA
My Shadow -by Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Source: The Golden Book of Poetry (1947)
Every new day is a blessing
To understand her you have to remember that she was born in 1899 and didn't have a happy childhood. Somebody once said that you can't hate a person really after you hear their life story. Everyone has events that shaped them.
I lost my dad too early too and was also the oldest daughter (of 5), and our nearest neighbour was an alcoholic and a threat to his wife and we were scared of him too. On one occassion his wife run away from him and hid in our house because he was after her with a knife. Those things stay with you and shape you. I feel for her as a child who lost her beloved father.
Many young girls idolize their fathers; just look at Audrey Hepburn, Enid Blyton or Lucy Maud Montgomery. It does feel a bit insensitive to adopt one twin and not both, but she was a single woman so perhaps she thought it would be too much to handle two babies and writing. I'm a children's writer too so I know how writing can take over your life and I completely understand why she wanted to rewrite her childhood via books and conceal the ugly and sad truth of it.
I also understand why she claims she can't take credit for the books she wrote. Yes, stories just come to us. They almost write themselves, we are just the pencil holders. Some authors have to put a lot of work to write, but for some of us it works like that, like magic. That was the case with Enid Blyton too. She closed her eyes for a few minutes and the stories started coming. I know this sounds crazy, but I experience this too, so I know it is true, to some anyway.
RIP P L Travers.
Steph Suarez
Thank you for this documentary. I love it so much. I love the Mary Poppins story (movie). I haven't read a book.
The essence of story is truly amazing. We need someone strong dependable in life.
I wonder why she focus too much on sad part of her childhood life. Why not the happy moments when her father is alive? Everyone has sad story but they managed to cope up when they grow up. I guess because she has lesser friends (?). She's soul searching in different places but unsatisfied and empty, maybe.
I would really believe the story published in Parabola, that perhaps there's really a white horse that saved them. Mystery do happen.
I can relate to Pamela. I di reinvent stories of my life, only in my mind. So maybe I can be writer too? 😜
dross24MA
@Tordy Clark Cruel? Of course.
Wrong? By today;s standards, certainly.
What was, and is, to me totally inexcusable is not telling children that they are adopted and may or do have siblings.
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Conundrum: Split them up into good homes
orcondemn all to a life in the Social Services Program housing for them all which may not guarantee staying together anyway?It's not necessarily right, but it is a fact that placing multiples, twins or otherwise, is more difficult.
Sometimes separation may be the only way for even one child to catch a break when the option is to place one or none.
If none, then all suffer, both the potential the adoptee[s] and the potential adopter[s]. That is a given.
More often than not, agencies have had restrictive financial and social guidelines and standards which they follow in an attempt to provide the optimal home setting.
Sadly, the agencies determine many adoptive person[s] to be unable to meet those standards, especially when deciding to take on multiples all at once, and it becomes one or none.
Wrong but real.
Just Lisa
I like that you put these TV documentaries on YouTube for those of us that didn’t have access to their original airing, but please include the credits and dates. In some cases, the date of release gives a real context to how current and accurate the information is.
adamadappa
@PJ Schmid Hi, I'm no expert, but it might take years for a film/documentary to be finished and screened or broadcast, so that could explain it.
Sherry Wegener
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Ann Menzzasalma
@Gracie P. J
PJ Schmid
@Karan S yes I looked it up and saw that too which I found interesting since Camillus died in 2011 and Anthony died in 2005 (both from alcoholism BTW). So I’m not sure where the footage of them came from.
Rebecca Jane Brown
I agree. I think certain things give it away or in my own case, I can remember being a child or teen watching them the first time... but overall, it's amazing how things date and change in time. They need some sort of context except for a MXXCC at the end.
Katilina W
I had no idea until now that the Mary Poppins books my grandmother had in her library were originals. 💝 Thank you for making this.
Debra Rymer
Lucky you!!
Astilea Lavatica
@Frank Boogaard Sometimes I giggle when I fart
Ashlee Larsen
@Frank Boogaard ya something like that. Take Care ✌️