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Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

When the Devil is too busy
And Death’s a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I’m Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I’m Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it’s all the same

I’m the fly in your soup
I’m the pebble in your shoe
I’m the pea beneath your bed
I’m a bump on every head
I’m the peel on which you slip
I’m a pin in every hip
I’m the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and writhe
And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need

While there’s children to make sad
While there’s candy to be had
While there’s pockets left to pick
While there’s grannies left to trip down the stairs
I’ll be there, I’ll be waiting ’round the corner
It’s a game. I’m glad I’m in it
‘Cause there’s one born every minute
And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need

I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.

I’m the fear that keeps you awake
I’m the shadows on the wall
I’m the monsters they become
I’m the nightmare in your skull
I’m a dagger in your back
An extra turn on the rack
I’m the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.

And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need

It gets so lonely being evil
What I’d do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you’re evil
I’m lying though my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need

My 2 cents –

Halloween Music for the upcoming weekend. Rock safely all.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
Everybody’s been there, everybody’s been stared down
By the enemy
Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing
Bow down to the mighty
But don’t run, stop holding your tongue
Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
Innocence, your history of silence
Won’t do you any good
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don’t you tell them the truth?
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
See you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you

My 2 cents –

Finding your voice isn’t always easy.

Sometimes you have to fight for it. Sometimes you discover it little by little, almost without realizing it.

For me, it’s been both.

Writing has helped me find my voice, but that doesn’t mean I’m always brave enough to use it out loud. I’m still braver on the page than I am in person.

Maybe that’s part of why Sara Bareilles’s Brave speaks to me.

There’s something powerful about the idea of saying what you need to say, even when it’s frightening. And there’s something equally important about remembering that courage doesn’t always look the same for everyone.

Sometimes being brave means speaking up.

Sometimes it means putting the words on paper when you can’t quite make yourself say them aloud.

And sometimes, for me, that’s enough to start.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

I’ve been in the trenches, broken and defenseless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Can’t come to my senses, wide awake and restless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Like home

Why does feeling alone seem to feel like home
I guess feeling this low’s the only thing I know
Can’t control my mind, its got a mind of its own
I killed all my brain cells, I guess I’m dying alone
I like the guy in the mirror but I ain’t liking his tone

He’s been pushing me down when I’m just trying to grow
Helpless in my home, somebody pray for my soul
I say, “I’m fine” but I’m lying and it’s starting to show

I’ve been in the trenches, broken and defenseless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Can’t come to my senses, wide awake and restless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Like home

I try to run from the pain but it still keeps up
Seems what’s in front of the mirror just won’t speak up
I cry for help in this hell but it don’t mean much
Reruns I’m feining, they treat me like I don’t need love

A broken home, a cornerstone of a dead man
Caught me red-handed, I live like the undead can
I’ve said prayers still sin never was blessed, man
Then life hit me with the left hand

I’ve been in the trenches, broken and defenseless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Can’t come to my senses, wide awake and restless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Like home
Like home

I’ve been in the trenches, broken and defenseless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Can’t come to my senses, wide awake and restless
Why does feeling helpless feel like home?
Like home

My 2 cents –

I feel like this is so very relatable. The I have been there sort of thing.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Today I’m kinda feelin’ like a ghost
Call my friends but ain’t nobody home
Tell myself I’m fine, but I don’t really know
I’m just scared that I’ll end up
I’ll end up, I’ll end up alone

I never let it show
But I feel like a missed call on a phone
Tryna live my life pay as you go
But I’m so scared that I’ll end up
I’ll end up, I’ll end up alone

You know I’m like a ghost
Sometimes I have to fade
And it haunts me that I have to be this way
You say it’s gone cold
I say I’ll do better
But I always seem to disappear again
You know I’m like a ghost
I see it in your face
And it haunts me that I have to be this way
You say it’s gone cold
I say I’ll do better
But I always seem to disappear again
You know I’m like a ghost

You know I never meant to cut you off
Got phantom feelings I can never stop
Stranger things to worry ’bout I know
But I’m so scared that I’ll end up
I’ll end up, I’ll end up alone

I can’t see myself in the mirror
Does that mean I’m not really here?
I’m losin’ touch with everything I know
And I’m so scared that I’ll end up
I’ll end up, I’ll end up alone

You know I’m like a ghost
Sometimes I have to fade
And it haunts me that I have to be this way
You say it’s gone cold
I say I’ll do better
But I always seem to disappear again
You know I’m like a ghost
I see it in your face
And it haunts me that I have to be this way
You say it’s gone cold
I say I’ll do better
But I always seem to disappear again
You know I’m like a ghost

You know I’m like a ghost
Ooh, I’ll be ok
I’ll be alright
I know, ooh, I’ll be ok
I’m just scared that I’ll end up alone

You know I’m like a ghost
I see it in your face
And it haunts me that I have to be this way
You say it’s gone cold
I say I’ll do better
But I always seem to disappear again
You know I’m like a ghost

My 2 cents –

I feel like this is so very relatable. And since we are officially in spooky season…felt appropriate.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

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.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

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.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

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.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

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.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

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.

Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

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.