Never forget (political phrase)
The phrase "never forget" is a commemorative political slogan that originated after the Holocaust. It is widely used to encourage remembrance for national and international tragedies. These have included the horrors of American slavery, the September 11 attacks in the United States in 2001, the Holocaust in Europe during World War II, the Armenian Genocide of the 1910s, and other acts of genocide and mass murder.
It is often used in conjunction with "Never Again".
History of the term
Similar terms have been used in times before, including "lest we forget" at the end of the "Ode of Remembrance".
From the late 1940s to 2001, the phrase was used to protest genocide. While the main message of "never forget" is to remember the past so history does not repeat its mistakes, it also arguably implies vengeance and militarism, especially after 9/11 when the term was used by supporters of the War on Terror.
The phrase has been used by U.S. President George W. Bush and by President Barack Obama.
Never Forget
Never Forget may refer to:
Music
- Never Forget (musical), a 2008 jukebox musical based on the songs of Take That
- Never Forget – The Ultimate Collection, an album by Take That
- Never Forget – The Ultimate Collection (DVD), a video compilation by Take That
Film
Never Forget (Gréta Salóme & Jónsi song)
"Never Forget" is a 2012 song by Icelandic singers Greta Salóme and Jónsi. The song represented Iceland in the Eurovision Song Contest 2012 in Baku, Azerbaijan.
Söngvakeppni Sjónvarpsins 2012
The song was entered in the Icelandic national selection; Söngvakeppni Sjónvarpsins 2012, in its original Icelandic title, "Mundu eftir mér" (Remember me).
Eurovision Song Contest 2012
The song was allocated in the first semi-final performing 2nd and finished in 8th place to qualify for the Eurovision final. Performing 7th they finished in 20th place with 46 points.
Charts
References
Love-drama
(Adlibs)
Verse 1:
You know my album got pushed back for months,
My royalties are still captured,
I got dissed on the Net—I guess now I'm a real rapper!
With my haphazard delivery, no hot beats to speak of,
I couldn't beat up the mic with a brick tucked in each
glove.
My AV-club recording was boring,
Snoring like sleeping pills,
And Grip swallowed six in the morning to delete my
skills,
My tired loops, and my four-track.
I'm like every wack rapper you ever heard of, but more
wack.
Don't buy it! My album, that is—you won't like it.
Every sample you'll recognize,
'Cuz the fans are all cool psychic record guys.
I mean, I am, too, man, I'd never lie.
My whole albums's a jack.
Impeach the President? Yo, how done is that?
Tribute to early rap? DIY ethic?
No, a piss-poor producer—take my name off the credits.
Shouldn't have let 'em put out my demo,
I should've said "Listen, don't.
My friends understand why it sucks, but the critics
won't!"
It isn't a cheap shot—my whole style is weak spots.
Infuriating, leave 'em steamin' like a teapot!
Gab Wiz, my high-pitched sidekick? He's bad biz.
"Alter-ego? Yo, that's him! He think he Madlib!"
I'm doin' it wrong, unless I'm tryin' to ruin the song—
If that's the case, then my career is really movin'
along.
I'm no Edan, MF Doom, Thirstin' Howl and shit,
Or all the other lo-fi rappers whose styles I bit.
I'm just Grip—thanks for noticing.
Thanks for your time.
We don't see eye-to-eye, but it ain't 'cuz you're
blind.
And, yo, thanks for the inspiration, if not the
dissent.
I guess it wasn't a total waste of the promo I sent.
I bet you probably could rock it better with your own
mic.
I know it sucks to get a free CD that you don't like.
I make the music for myself. I guess I should've kept
it that way,
And listened to my wack tape alone inside of my Bat-
cave.
You're so astute, bra. Every minute flaw, you heard it.
Can't wait to hear your album…
