Cut me open and you’ll find A brain, heart, liver, lungs And a knife in the spine
It’s chilling to know that the last place you go Might be where the fat lady sings Does it hurt? I don’t know, and where do we go? We don’t tease fragile minds with such things
So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mold
It’s getting harder to know if I’m sane My issues are leaking outside of my veins Somebody save me or end me I haven’t yet made up my mind
If it leads to paranoia, boy, you might want to hit the floor Before exposure leads to a metamorphosis we can’t ignore Lost in the whisper and hung on a prayer If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there
So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mold
Will I be an end to someone’s destiny? Who’s to know? And will I give right in to my aggression? Who’s to know? Will I fall apart all alone Who’s to know? Or will I shine right through And lay this hate to rest with all of you?
So sell me down the river (down the river) First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver (I can deliver) I think we’ve finally broke the mold
My 2 cents –
This song always speaks so clearly to me. the loneliness, and feelings of being an oddball in society. This feels like well written poetry to me.
Yeah This one’s about my wife, heh And her infinite men Her Kindle’s basically a brothel at this point ‘Kay, hey, hey
My wife ain’t cheating, but her Kindle sure is ‘Cause she’s got 30 fake dudes all calling her miss There’s a fae king, a wolf shifter, a demon on deck And a vampire who’s somehow always kissing her neck
She laughs, kicks her feet, gets all blushy and warm While I’m in the kitchen fighting Tupperware like a storm I’m like, babe, you good? She’s like: O-M-G, wait The orc just picked her up, like she’s his fated mate!
Girl, how I’m supposed to compete with that? These dudes got wings, tattoos, and stamina stats Meanwhile, I’m over here with back pain and snacks At night, whoa
My wife got book boyfriends lined up in rows She could start a damn army with the men she chose Every night, she’s like: O-M-G, new toy! And I’m just standing here like: Girl, what about your boy? She got a harem, a whole damn crew Six in every book, and she reads book two She don’t need reality, she got her joys A library full of delicious boy toys (look, babe)
Look, babe, don’t take it so rough Just ’cause my book-men are a little more buff They got claws, magic, fangs, torsos carved like art You got dad jokes, snack crumbs, and a good heart Which is cute, but these men be like: My queen, my mate Let me worship you all night with unholy fate’ Meanwhile, you’re like: Babe, want a DoorDash fry? I love you, boo, but these men got thighs
She’ll finish a series and swear she’s fine Then 30 minutes later, she’s got a new man online I ask, who’s he? She says: Oh, just a prince Then shows me a cover with a dude who’s all rinse and ripped She says: Babe, he’s sweet, and he calls her his treasure Girl, if I talked like that, you’d call 9-1 for pressure But, hey, if she’s happy with her little book clan I guess I’m okay being boyfriend number (turns, damn, ten)
My wife got book boyfriends stuffed in her brain I swear, if they paid rent, we’d be rollin’ in gain She dimples, giggles, screams: Oh my God! While I’m just sitting there feeling oddly flawed She got a harem, a magical squad Each one built like a Roman Greek God She don’t need reality, she got her joys Stacked like Jenga with her pretty boy toys
She says: Babe, he’s sweet, and he calls her his treasure Girl, if I talked like that, you’d call 9-1 for pressure But, hey, if she’s happy with her little book clan I guess I’m okay being boyfriend number (ten), damn, ten
My wife got book boyfriends stuffed in her brain I swear, if they paid rent, we’d be rollin’ in gain She dimples, giggles, screams: Oh my God! While I’m just sitting there feeling oddly flawed She got a harem, a magical squad Each one built like a Roman Greek God She don’t need reality, she got her joys Stacked like Jenga with her pretty boy toys
Look, babe, I get it They’re fictional, don’t cry I’m not crying, just heavily hydrated in the eye You’ll always be my main character, babe Until the next series drops Probably
My 2 cents –
This is last weeks earworm that led me to therapy. lol.
He said “Take a seat over there, on the chair by the couch Tell me what you’ve been thinking about There’s nothing you can say that’s out of bounds You can trust me, swear I’m here for you now” I’ve heard it all before, he took out his pen But as he wrote down each, each thing that I said
Oh, well, the mood just changed He started acting strange This was our next exchange
He said “I’ll tell you what, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be Of any help, think I need help now,” is what he said to me Might even need it more than me now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy “I tell you what, I’m sorry, but I thought I’d never see A case as bad as yours, don’t think I have a remedy,” mm Think he needs help now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy
So I got up from the chair where I sat by the couch He said to me, “Could you sit back down?” And I could see as I turned around Really needed someone he could talk to now, said “Thought that I’d seen it all, turns out I was wrong Wish I could help you out, you’ll have to be strong”
Oh, well, the mood just changed He started acting strange This was our next exchange
He said “I’ll tell you what, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be Of any help, think I need help now,” is what he said to me Might even need it more than me now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy “I tell you what, I’m sorry, but I thought I’d never see A case as bad as yours, don’t think I have a remedy,” mm Think he needs help now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy
I’m so messed up, I’m so messed up, I’m so messed up now I’m so messed up, I’m so messed up, I’m so messed up now I’m so messed up, can’t you see? I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy
I went out yesterday to get food from the store And ran into the man from before Right by the exit door He stopped me to talk Said that he went to go and look for some help A funny thing happened and I said, “Do tell”
Oh, and the story is, mm My doctor found a doctor and his doctor told him
“I’ll tell you what, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be Of any help, think I need help now,” is what he said to me Might even need it more than me now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy “I tell you what, I’m sorry, but I thought I’d never see A case as bad as yours, don’t think I have a remedy,” mm Think he needs help now, oh, the irony I’m so messed up, I sent my therapist to therapy
My 2 cents –
Okay I had another parody style song stuck in my head so I went to youtube…to get rid of it…and this came up right after. It was so funny I even sent it to my therapist.
I’m through with standing in line to pubs I’ll never get in It’s like the bottom of the ninth and I’m never gonna win Life hasn’t turned out quite the way I want it to be (tell me what you want)
I want a huge sail that’ll hold the squalls And a big black ship with some cannonballs Don’t wanna join Davy Jones twenty thousand Leagues under the sea (so how you gonna do it?)
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame I’d even roll my bed and change my name, we…
We all just wanna be big rockstars Live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP’s with the movie stars Every good gold digger is gonna wind up there Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blonde hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who They’ll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial Hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Gonna sing those songs that offend the censors Singing those songs that offend the censors Popping my pills from a Pez dispenser (rockstars don’t do mornings) Get washed up sailors writing all our songs Get washed up sailors writing all our songs Lipsync them every night so I don’t get them wrong We’ll sing them dusk till morning, we
We all just wanna be big rockstars Live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP’s with the movie stars Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blonde hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who They’ll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial
Hey, I wanna be a rockstar Everybody’s got a rum dealer on speed dial Hey, I wanna be a rockstar
My 2 cents –
This has been taking up way too much space in my head lately. Admittedly it slaps, but I prefer a mix of songs. lol. Still had to share the pain of a earworm.
There are no more tears to cry I heard you beggin’ for life Runnin’ out of medicine You’re worse than you’ve ever been
screamin’ for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight (Ah-ah) screamin’ for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight
I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease If you were a sinner, I could make you believe Lay you down like one, two, three Eyes roll back in ecstasy I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya (cure) Cure your disease
You’re so tortured when you sleep Plagued with all your memories You reach out, and no one’s there Like a god without a prayer
screamin’ for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight (Ah-ah) screamin’ for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight
I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease If you were a sinner, I could make you believe Lay you down like one, two, three Eyes roll back in ecstasy I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya (cure) Cure your disease
cure your disease (Ah) I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya
Bring me your desire, I can cure your disease If you were a sinner, I could make you believe Lay you down like one, two, three Eyes roll back in ecstasy I know all your secrets, I can cure ya, oh Cure your disease
cure your disease (Ah) cure ya (Ah) I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya I can cure your disease (Ah) cure your disease (Ah) cure your disease (Ah) ooh (Ah) ooh
My 2 cents –
I find myself with no doubts that she could do something….but maybe not cure the issues I have. Still the song is definitely worth listening to.
Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather For the wind to suck For the sun to rot For the tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop
My 2 cents –
I hate the direction American politics have taken lately. I feel like the songs from the past are relevant again. Though the topic was not a good one, Billie Holiday had a gorgeous voice and made the song seem like such a beautiful thing. I am leaning into the older blues and jazz music lately…Because it seems to be relevant again…and that make me sad.
White sands build these mountains, beauty at the start
Climb so high till your feet can’t touch the ground
Head so clouded, you’re right where I want you now
I become your medication Get off on numb sensation
Know every single weakness Bring out your inner demons
This devil digs deeper down inside of me
Will you get out of me
Will you get out of me
I’ll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along
I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this
Do you crave me, or am I just your escape?
From the darkness that resides inside your brain
Call me devil baby, but you know the truth
The only thing that you fear is you (It’s you)
I become your medication Get off on numb sensation
Know every single weakness
Breaking you down to pieces
This devil digs deeper down inside of me
Will you get out of me
Will you get out of me
I’ll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this
There’s a devil inside me
Head so clouded, you’re right where I want you know
This f **ing devil! This devil digs deeper down inside of me
Will you get out of me
Will you get out of me
I’ll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this
This f **ing devil’s white grip Is all I need from this
My 2 cents –
Ever get a song stuck in your head and not be able to put your fingers on what the song is? This was my song this week. All I had was the rhythm. Then the boyfriend randomly decided to play it. whew, that cleared the song from my mind.
I have been seeing a lot of feminine Rage songs appearing on the music scene. I can understand why…and I can relate to way too many of them. Still it is something that bothers me because it feels like we are going backwards as a country.
Out of balance and you fell into the ocean again My heart was sinking when I saw you didn’t know how to swim Tried to pull you out, you said, “Just let me drown” You won’t let go of all the things that bring you down Then I jumped into the water, darkness covered my head You pulled me down into the deep, I tried to give you my breath But you didn’t care I touched your face and said “I’ve got to let you go, I’m running out of air” Ooh, I can finally see You don’t give a fuck about me What was I fighting for? I guess I’ll never know Can’t do this anymore I’m swimming for the shore Took off my cape, this superhero will not save you again You are the one who wears a mask, you are the one who pretends That you don’t need my help Now I’ve got nothing left Maybe the bravest thing I can do is to save myself Ooh, I can finally see You don’t give a fuck about me What was I fighting for? I guess I’ll never know Can’t do this anymore I’m swimming for the shore Tried to give you my breath, but I’ve got nothing left Maybe the bravest thing I can do is to save myself Ooh, I can finally see You don’t give a fuck about me What was I fighting for? I guess I’ll never know Can’t do this anymore I’m swimming for the shore Ooh, I can finally see You don’t give a fuck about me What was I fighting for? I guess I’ll never know Can’t do this anymore I’m swimming for the shore
My 2 cents –
I heard this song recently and it really resonates. I so often give until I have nothing left…then I feel guilty about walking away.
Superstition, fear, and jealousy Dead I am the one, exterminating son Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry While they slowly turn, conquering the worm Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat Tender is the fur, dying as you purr Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Do it baby, do it baby Do it baby, do it baby Burn like an animal Dead I am the life, dig into the skin Knuckle crack the bone, twenty-one to win Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry Devil on your back, I can never die Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Do it baby, do it baby Do it baby, do it baby Burn like an animal Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
Pattimouse 