Dawn is the time that marks the beginning of the twilight before sunrise.
Dawn may also refer to:
The Dawn (German: Morgenröte – Gedanken über die moralischen Vorurteile; historical orthography: Morgenröthe – Gedanken über die moralischen Vorurtheile) is a 1881 book by the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche (also translated as "The Dawn of Day" and Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality).
Nietzsche de-emphasizes the role of hedonism as a motivator and accentuates the role of a "feeling of power." His relativism, both moral and cultural, and his critique of Christianity also reaches greater maturity. In Daybreak Nietzsche devoted a lengthy passage to his criticism of Christian biblical exegesis, including its arbitrary interpretation of objects and images in the Old Testament as prefigurements of Christ's crucifixion.
The polemical, antagonistic and informal style of this aphoristic book—when compared to Nietzsche's later treatments of morality—seems most of all to invite a particular experience. In this text Nietzsche was either not effective at, or not concerned with, persuading his readers to accept any specific point of view. Yet the discerning reader can note here the prefigurations of many of the ideas more fully developed in his later books. For example, the materialism espoused in this book might seem reducible to a naive scientific objectivism which reduces all phenomena to their natural, mechanical causes. Yet that is very straightforwardly not Nietzsche's strongest perspective, perhaps traditionally most well-expressed in The Gay Science.
The Dawn: A Journal for Australian Women was an early feminist journal published monthly in Sydney, Australia between 1888 and 1905. It was first published 15 May 1888 by Louisa Lawson using the pen name of Dora Falconer. The subtitle was later changed to A Journal for the Household. It became the official publication of the Australian Federation of Women Voters.
Louisa Lawson left her husband in 1883 and relocated her family to Sydney. There she supported her children through various jobs, including working as a seamstress and running a boarding house. During this period she was introduced to women's suffrage. In 1887 she purchased the Republican, a journal dedicated to Australian independence and, the following year, in 1888, she founded the Dawn.
From the outset the Dawn was intended as a mouthpiece for women. In the first edition, Louisa Lawson, writing under the name of Dora Falconer, wrote:
Nevertheless, the Dawn soon hit opposition: the Dawn was produced by an all-women team of editors and printers, and this fact angered trade unionists in the New South Wales Typographical Association, in part because women were paid substantially less than men. In fighting the Dawn, the association argued that the discrepancies in pay were such that men would be unable to compete, as women would be "… able to work for half the wages a man would require to keep himself and family in comfort and respectability", as well as arguing that the work was too dangerous for women to engage in. The association attempted to boycott the publication, and at one stage a member visited their offices to "harangue the staff" – only to be removed after having had a bucket of water thrown on them by Lawson. Lawson won the battle through patience and "stern resistance" – eventually the boycott lost momentum, and the Dawn continued as it had before.
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What we came to do today is drop the science
And spread love your ways, peoples, you better move somethin'
We get the fire started inside of the party
You know how my herd play love, you better move somethin'
Money grillin', gruntin', playin' the role frontin'
Get off the wall, come have a ball, killer move somethin'
Shit, muh'fuckers, recognize
It's Organized, bitch, you better move somethin'
(Fuck shit up)
Yeah, yeah, I said, yes, yes, y'all
(Yes, yes, y'all)
To the beat y'all
(To the beat y'all)
When I'm in the club, I rub-a-dub and be like havin' a ball
Now hey hey hey, hey
We gonna rock a little bit like this, I say
(Ha)
Cops lingerin', singlin' me out for figurin'
Thoughts of stranglin' me up while I'm just single and minglin'
With my crew, we sing-a-long to shing-a-ling
(True)
Bring along a friend if she don't mind seein' the ding-a-ling
The ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bell ringin'
Niggaz, back up, when the Monch starts singin'
Mii, mii, mii, now I yearn
Aiyyo, get off the wall and get concerned
We 'bout to move this planet, I'm fo' real, god damn it
Any MC's left standin' without skills get reprimanded
And branded with out logo, Organized for dolo
Without affiliation, the crews, duo teams and solos
What we came to do today is drop the science
And spread love your ways, peoples, you better move somethin'
We get the fire started inside of the party
You know how my herd play love, you better move somethin'
Money grillin', gruntin', playin' the role frontin'
Get off the wall, come have a ball, killer move somethin'
Shit, muh'fuckers, recognize
It's Organized, bitch, you better move somethin'
(Fuck shit up)
We the employees of the year, yeah, we back again
We took time off to get our business, shit, correct
Select directions so we can all connect
Collect the shack before we start to catch wreck
Most want to be, but dem can't see such
Still makin' moves, kid, I'm mad, quick on the clutch
Prince, rebel of rap, black knight with the Pharoahe
(Poe)
I take flight and ever since day one, niggaz was tight
Now I, shuffle hands, you and your mans never dealt
Organized is on the wax, wax upon felt
Imbicilic MC's get treated like a tuna melt
They gettin' ate, rate us at top speeds of a stealth
Jet fighter in light of a million two-thousand and eight
I'm Jet Screamer, baby, ahh, ahh, I make you bounce, rock skate
Roll, take 'em off the glass, I'm moldin' new ashes
(What?)
When Southside's finest commence to lace this
Party, now it's bubblin', I'm strugglin'
(Ehh, ehh)
With this Henny and cherries I bury adversaries
And you know this, man, ha
And you ain't got to lie, god damn
What we came to do today is drop the science
And spread love your ways, peoples, you better move somethin'
We get the fire started inside of the party
You know how my herd play love, you better move somethin'
Money grillin', gruntin', playin' the role frontin'
Get off the wall, come have a ball, killer move somethin'
Shit, muh'fuckers, recognize
It's Organized, bitch, you better move somethin'
(Fuck shit up)