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Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –


verse
I keep swingin′ my hand through a swarm of bees ’cause I
I want honey on my table
I keep swingin′ my hand through a swarm of bees ’cause I
I want honey on my table
pre-chorus
But I never get it right
No, I never get it right
chorus
I keep swingin’ my hand through a swarm of bees
I can′t understand why they′re stingin’ me
But I′ll do what I want, I’ll do what I please
I′ll do it again ’til I′ve got what I need
I’ll rip and smash through the hornet’s nest
Do you understand I deserve the best?
And I′ll do what I want, I′ll do what I please
I’ll do it again ′til I got what I need
verse
I try to stick this pin through a butterfly ’cause I
I like all the pretty colors
But it just fell apart, so I flung it in the fire
To burn with all the others
pre-chorus
′Cause I never get it right
No, I never get it right
chorus
I keep swingin’ my hand through a swarm of bees
I can′t understand why they’re stingin’ me
But I′ll do what I want, I′ll do what I please
I’ll do it again ′til I got what I need
I’ll rip and smash through the hornet′s nest
Do you understand I deserve the best?
‘Til you do what I want, I′ll do what I please
I’ll do it again ’til I′ve got what I need
bridge
And this time, I′ll get it right
This time, I’ll get it right
It′s gonna be this time, I’ll get it right
God, let it be this time, I get it right
chorus
So I′m cuttin’ that branch off the cherry tree
Singin′ this will be my victory
Then I
See them comin’ after me
And they’re followin′ me across the sea
And now they′re stingin’ my friends and my family
And I
I don′t know why this is happening
verse
But I’ll do what I want, I′ll do what I please
I’ll do it again ′til I got what I need
outro
I keep swingin’ my hand through a swarm of bees ’cause I
I want honey on my table

My 2 cents –

to me this song talks about persistence to the point of ignorance. it’s a fantastic song, but I feel like it is largely misunderstood .

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 –

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 one has 2 things going for it…I love sea shanties and nickelback is decent.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a Garden State
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him that the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love, yeah
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Ohh, oh

My 2 cents –

by time I was 21 this felt like me. I have more or less been with the same person since then but even that at times has felt like it fits the song .

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in bloody sheets
To drop you six feet underneath
They put you in a pinewood box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks
It all goes well for about a week
And then, your coffin begins to leak
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
As you begin to decompose
A slimy beetle with demon’s eyes
Chews through your stomach and out your sides
Your stomach turns to rancid grease
And puss pours out like melted cheese
You spread it on a slice of bread
And that’s what you’ll eat when you’re dead
And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in
The ones that crawl in are lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
Your eyes fall in, and your hair falls out
Your brain turns into maggot pie
Your liver starts to liquify
And for the living, all is well
As you sink further into hell
And the flames rise up to drag you down
Into the fire, where you will drown
Your skin melts off as you descend
And Satan tears you limb from limb
Your suffering will never end
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
They’ll eat your guts and then shit them out
And when your bones begin to rot
The worms remain, but you do not
So don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For someday, you’ll be the one to die
And when Death brings his cold despair
Ask yourself, “Will anyone care?”

My 2 cents –

I used to adore this song….it felt like a poem more than a song .

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –


If God had long hair
And a goatee,
And if his eyes looked pretty glazed…
If He looked spaced out
Would you buy his story?
Would you believe he
had an eye infection?

And yeah, yeah, God looks baked
Yeah, yeah, God smells good,
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…


What if God smoked cannabis?
Hit the bong like some of us?
Drove a tie-dyed microbus,
And he subscribed to Rolling Stone?


When God made this place,
In the beginning,
Did He plant any seeds?
Or did he put them
there for Adam and Eve,
So they’d be hungry for
the apple that the snake
Was always offering?

And yeah, yeah… God rolls great,
Yeah, yeah, God smells good,
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…


What if God smoked cannabis?
Do you suppose he had a buzz
When he made the platypus
When he created earth, our home?
Does He like Pearl Jam or the Stones?
And do you think He rolls His own
Up there in heaven on the throne?
And when the saints go marching home,
Does he just sits and smokes a bowl?

My 2 cents –

okay I was absolutely shocked to find out that this was done by the cranberries. it was originally a bob rivers song and joan Osborne made it a hit.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Slaughter The World
Lyrics by Ryan Sohmer

Excitement abounds
I almost can’t wait
Relax, I don’t want your baby
I already ate
Though I do tend to generally kill
Kill things that don’t fight back
I see this village
What does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with
Fire or cold?
Running from me sure you’d think
‘He’s a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!’
I’d kill kittens and puppies and bunnies
I’d maim toddlers and teens and then more
You see a wife? I see a widow
But what then?
Can’t you see?
I’d kill four!
I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt
Want to melt some faces
Watching the peasants…what do they call it?
Ahh…grieve!
I suppose that being undead there’s not much to life
A soul is needed for loving…feeling…
How does this all not make me…what’s that word again?
Heave!
You’ve nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With infinite glee
It’s going to be me
That slaughters the world!
How could I glare into these eyes
And then not stab them?
How could I stare at their loss
And then not laugh?
I’d cut him in half
Then I’d graft
His head back onto his shoulders
Or after I’d lop it
I’d make a puppet
On top of a staff!
I am a lord that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don’t…what’s the word?
Care!
The stench in the air
The smell of the gore
The carnage far greater than any war
My legacy
Death becomes…me!
I’ll slaughter the world

My 2 cents –

okay I am in a silly mood. this is one of two great parody songs that the looking for group comic guys put together with an animated video for. I love them both.