Tuesday Tunes

Don’t threaten me with a good time – Panic! At the Disco

Lyrics – Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
No liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
You shoulda’ seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I was the king of this hologram
Where there’s no such thing as getting out of hand
Memories tend to just pop up
Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves
Five-thousand people with designer drugs
Don’t think I’ll ever get enough (don’t think I’ll ever get enough)
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe”
Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time
It’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright
It’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
What are these footprints?
They don’t look very human like
Now I wish that I could find my clothes
Bedsheets and a morning rose
I wanna wake up
Can’t even tell if this is a dream
How did we end up in my neighbors pool
Upside down with a perfect view?
Bar to bar at the speed of sound
Fancy feet dancing through this town
Lost my mind in a wedding gown
Don’t think I’ll ever get it now
(Don’t think I’ll ever get it now)
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe“
Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time
I’m a scholar and a gentleman
And I usually don’t fall when I try to stand
I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt
But I make these high heels work
I’ve told you time and time again
I’m not as think as you drunk I am
And we all fell down when the sun came up
I think we’ve had enough
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe”
Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time

My 2 cents – well I think that I might have shared this before, but I am covered over with work and feel the need for a good time… Lol. The video and song are both fun.

Coffeehouse Writers Multiple!

So I always share my coffeehouse writers poetry… I think that today I want to share the posts of my partner and a friend as well.

My own post is https://coffeehousewriters.com/anxiety-machine/

My partner RB Pilcher’s post is https://coffeehousewriters.com/unconventional-love-story-i/

And last but far from least is my friend Tish’s post… https://coffeehousewriters.com/benefits-writing-portfolio/

Enjoy!

New Deck!

This is a new option for readings. Isn’t it pretty?

Sketchy update

I started sketchtember as I stated earlier in the week. I probably will not daily post my sketches… But a update every now and then…

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –
Yo.
Sam.
Ha, we back bitches
Good grip with that hood shit
Full flame in front the bull pit
Bad bitch don’t take shit
Fucked last week been dead since
In the muck ducked one time
Kill em all with one line
From the swamp, bump and grind
Ain’t with the game no shuck and jive
Ain’t no soft mouth when is gold
Can’t hang low where the demons go
Cats don’t talk, they plead the fifth
One disappearance ain’t nobody see shit
(Woo!) On a different plane
Take it outside it’s so insane
Sam right rip real simple and plain
Sam B mother fucker ya’ll in hell (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
Eat a brain while getting brained
Conductor on my zombie train
All aboard, kill a broad
Leave her bloody, choked and stained
Won’t play games no slick talk
Devil dick like a pitchfork
No super suit, no Bat Cave
Just shrunken heads and dead stock
I’m Mossberg, I’m 2Pac
B.I.G. with two Glocks
Big L from Hell and back
Collecting heads in my napsack
Ghost Rider with no chains
Spawned life with no cape
Demon child like Hunger Games
Chase a bitch, no escape (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
First of all I ain’t going to hell
Let ’em know we’re going to need a lease
I stay hungry I need a feast, I’m like,
“Didn’t I tell you don’t feed the beast?”
Went and got a little Holy water and then
Put it onto my Jesus piece
Got her wet like she’s seen the beach
And I think your girl’s goin’ to need a priest
Say I’m ill when I’m over seas
Couldn’t see how that’s not true
My jewelry looks like it caught Flu
And my neck looking like Achoo
Girl you got to be psychic
If you think that I’m crazy
I would show you my good side
But what have you done for me lately?
Every day would be heavenly when she
Call me up and I stop through
Every day I look to the sky and I
Thank God that I’m not you (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
(No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
Sam B!

My 2 Cents –
My head is deep in editing of some really great horror stories for Nightmare Whispers. (and some great poetry and flash fiction for Fae Dreams. ) We have announcements upcoming on the Fae Corps Blog Thursday. So I chose a song to match my theme. This was done for a video game. It was honestly better than the game it was made for. The video has some great cinematic effects. This song makes it into my daily listening most of the time. I am not usually into rap music, with a few exceptions. This is one of the exceptions.