主题：【原创】【我的愤青生涯】 -- 淑女司令

对我*愤*青生涯的追忆，源起于一位网友的博克

这家伙大家都不太喜欢他，他崇尚希特勒，暴力强权，言行过激，思想怪诞。可我从一开始看到他的文章就感觉十分亲切，仿佛看到了多年前的自己。

*愤*青是愤怒青年一词的简称，对其来源出处没有认真考证过，直觉应该是网络文

化的产物。我对*愤*青的定义的理解是“对现实、对社会、对自身存在状况不满，

并需要某种渠道发泄的一类人”

*愤*青应该是古今中外一直都存在的：古时的竹林七贤；近代的鲁迅、李敖加上王

朔。欧洲的如XXX，美国一批RAPPER都可以算是典型的*愤*青，其代表人物是EMINUM。

*愤*青的行为特点是只要看到不喜欢的就评论、批评、讽刺、以至谩骂。

*愤*青也是分等级的：骂出名堂、骂出水平并能引起共鸣的自然是一流*愤*青，这

里面有因*愤*青而成名的如鲁迅、李敖，也有成名后才“愤”的如王朔。

而象底特律的白人小伙Eminem是把*愤*青精神化为艺术，进而走入主流音乐殿堂，

出CD，演电影。不但扬名立万，还赚了大把的银子。

网络上更是*愤*青辈出，象WXC里有名有姓的愤青不下十几个，高档愤青化愤怒为文

章，逮著点什么看不顺眼的撰文评判一通。这类人杀伤力较大另一类愤青则既写文

章也跟贴批评、讽刺。最低档的一类专门跟在他们看不顺眼的写手后面骂。

站在一个高的视角来看*愤*青现象绝对是有价值的，天安门事件，6。4事件本质上

都是*愤*青现象的产物。*愤*青现象从正面或侧面推动著社会，改变著社会

回到我的*愤*青生涯， 我知道，听上去可能有点邪门。

我12-16岁期间对人生及其悲观，对家庭，对感情，以至对我周围的社会非常不满，

岂止是不满，简直就是痛恨。碰巧弄到了不少宣传个人主义英雄主义的书。按理说

那些书是女孩子根本不该看的。可我一则天生野性，二来看书从来是饥不择食不管

不顾的，所以根本不管那一套。我这些书看了之后很有些中邪的味道，其中对我影

响很大的是<<第三帝国的兴旺>>和一本<<希特勒传>>，人在青春期时很容易走火入

魔，当时心中的想法现在看来的确相当可怕，所以不说也罢。

所以我第一次看到不朽之王的博克时及其震撼，脑子里“嗡”的一声。深埋已久的

感觉象过电一样一下子都回来了，仿佛看到了多年前的自己。感到浑身的血液都流

的快了不少。

当年的环境比较受压抑，思想不能象现在这样自由表达，现在想来或许是好事，否

则不知会有什么样的后果。比如成了反革命什么的。

我的*愤*青意识从没真正地得到完善的发展与表达，这么多年过去了，他们隐藏在

我心中的某个角落，变成了一种别的东西。只是当我看到*愤*青们时，我仍然能感

受他们的愤怒，我知道荷尔蒙在他们体内到处流窜，我也理解他们不需要什么原因，

就是看什么都不顺眼。。。我称之为“体验性理解”。

如同段誉修习“六脉神剑”的过程，有些*愤*青能有计划有控制的发泄愤怒，而其

它*愤*青朋友们则象早期的段誉，东一指，西一剑，时有时无，空有一腔愤怒的热

血，不知何处发泄。

祝我亲爱的*愤*青朋友们认真练功，以便能早日宣泄掉你们的愤怒，写文章的确是

一种很好的发泄途径：)))

Song: Lose Yourself

Artist: Eminem

Album: 8 Mile Soundtrack *

* only the first single is being published before the release date

[Intro]

Look.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment

Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..

[Verse 1]

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

to drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting

what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth but the words won't come out

He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now

The clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!

Snap back to reality, OHH - there goes gravity

OHH - there goes Rabbit, he choked

He's so mad, but he won't

Give up that easy nope, he won't have it

He knows, his whole back's to these ropes

It don't matter, he's dope

He knows that, but he's broke

He's so sad that he knows

when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's

back to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shit

He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Chorus]

You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go (go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go (go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better..

[Verse 2]

Soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping

This world is mine for the taking

Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order

A normal life is boring; but superstardom's

close to post-mortem, it only grows harder

Homie grows hotter, he blows it's all over

These hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows

He's known as the Globetrotter

Lonely roads, God only knows

He's grown farther from home, he's no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water

These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows

He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera

is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner

But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage

Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged

I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed

I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher

Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper

All the pain inside amplified by the

fact that I can't get by with my nine to

five and I can't provide the right type of

life for my family, cause man, these God damn

food stamps don't buy diapers, and there's no movie

There's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life

And these times are so hard, and it's gettin even harder

Tryin to feed and water my seed plus, teeter-totter

Caught up between bein a father and a primadonna

Baby momma drama screamin on her too much for me to wanna

stay in one spot, another day of monotony

has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got

to formulate a plot, or end up in jail or shot

Success is my only motherfuckin option, failure's not

Mom I love you but this trailer's got to go

I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot

So here I go it's my shot, feet fail me not

This may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus]

[Outro]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man