I dance around this empty house Tear us down Throw you out Screaming down the halls Spinning all around and now we fall Pictures framing up the past Your taunting smirk behind the glass This museum full of ash Once a tickle Now a rash This used to be a funhouse But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down I’m gonna burn it down Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, fun Echoes knocking on locked doors All the laughter from before I’d rather live out on the street Than in this haunted memory I’ve called the movers Called the maids We’ll try to exorcise this place Drag my mattress to the yard Crumble tumble house of cards This used to be a fun house But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down This used to be a fun house But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down I’m gonna burn it down Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, fun Oh, I’m crawling through the doggy door My key don’t fit my lock no more I’ll change the drapes I’ll break the plates I’ll find a new place Burn this fucker down Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo do Do do do do da da da da Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo doo This used to be a fun house But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down This used to be a fun house But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down I’m gonna burn it down
Empty spaces What are we living for? Abandoned places I guess we know the score
On and on Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero Another mindless crime Behind the curtain In the pantomime
Hold the line Does anybody want to take it anymore?
Show must go on Show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens I’ll leave it all to chance Another heartache Another failed romance
On and on Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I’m learning I must be warmer now I’ll soon be turning ‘Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free
Show must go on Show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die I can fly, my friends
Show must go on Show must go on I’ll face it with a grin I’m never giving in On with the show
I’ll top the bill I’ll overkill I have to find the will to carry on with the show On with the show
Show must go on
My 2 cents –
Fun fact about me . I was a theater brat in high school. I did this song for an assignment on lip syncing.
Today is my appointment, finally with the gyno. I chose this song because Freddie was dying when he recorded it. He found the way to get up and be present even though he was in immense pain and suffering. while I am in no means comparing myself to him…it feels like a strong song for me to face the doctor with.
My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue under stormy skies But they’re never so blue as when I let them cry My father says I have English hair English hair, English hair Brown like the bark of an oak somewhere Like the bed of a lake where the hemlock grows Like the thorn in the stem of an English rose I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My Nana says I have travelling feet Travelling feet, travelling feet Slippers for princesses don’t fit me But I dance to my own drum, bright and bold And my travelling feet always get me home My sister says I’ve a restless soul Restless soul, restless soul Easy to catch, but I’m hard to hold Like a song on the wind that you caught one day I get under your skin, then I slip away I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue ‘Cause I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes
My 2 cents –
I have been thinking a lot lately about the women I came from. I remember my great great grandmother on my father’s side. I really enjoyed my great grandmother on both sides. both of them were strong women. One taught me how to play scrabble when I was a toddler and I never once won. lol
I don’t have Irish eyes but I have enough of each one that I am a happy person.
Okay… The new year has made me reconsider the way I have been doing things with my blog. When possible I will be trying to schedule it as much ahead as possible. This way I don’t fall as much behind. The Artsy Fartsy Thursday is good for this. I want to change my way of posting it as well. At least one Thursday a month I think I want to actually talk about art. Not just posting my own. This way I don’t feel like I am so often just getting away from writing. Sometimes it might be just discussion on art social media…or I will talk about techniques. this will be a single post each month for me to tell you what my mind says art is.
Art is seriously perspective based.
For some reason every artist I have ever met has been so filled with doubt.
Art is full of various ideas and thoughts. The media used changes what the artist has had to learn to make the art work.
Gazing through the window at the world outside Wondering will mother earth survive Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime
After all, there’s only just the two of us And here we are still fighting for our lives Watching all of history repeat itself time-after-time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us I’m hoping that the dawn will bring a sign A better place for those who will come after us this time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away Oh, yeah I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ It doesn’t really matter much to me Without each other’s help, there ain’t no hope for us I’m living in a dream of fantasy
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
If only we could all just find serenity It would be nice, if we could live as one When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away today I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days Okay
I’m just a dreamer Who’s searching for the way today I’m just a dreamer Dreaming my life away
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
My 2 cents –
you know what… the world is too hard right now. dreams are good. be creative. be crazy. Dream. Dream Big.
Can you feel that? Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant, I kneel (will you give it to me?) It seems what’s left of my human side Is slowly changing in me (will you give it to me?) Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes, violently it changes Oh no, there is no turnin’ back now You’ve woken up the demon in me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on, get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me I can see inside you, the sickness is rising Don’t try to deny what you feel (will you give it to me?) It seems that all that was good has died And is decaying in me (will you give it to me?) It seems you’re having some trouble In dealing with these changes, living with these changes Oh no, the world is a scary place Now that you’ve woken up the demon in me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on, get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me And when I dream And when I dream And when I dream And when I dream No mommy, don’t do it again Don’t do it again, I’ll be a good boy I’ll be a good boy, I promise No, mommy, don’t hit me, oh-ooh Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy? Don’t do it, you’re hurting me, oh-ooh Why did you have to be such a -? Why don’t you, why don’t you f- off and die? Why can’t you just f- off and die? Why can’t you just leave here and die? Never stick your hand in my face again, f- you I don’t need this sh-, you stupid sadistic abusive fu- wh- Would you like to see how it feels, mommy? Here it comes, get ready to die Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness has now come over me
My 2 cents –
I think this is obvious considering. I sit here with no voice, sinuses going nuts and everything hurts. so I might as well have humor about it.
Pattimouse 