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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 .

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Saturday Thoughts

This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.

Serena has decided that she wants to do a Gothic love poetry volume with serenity’s art.

she is only aiming for 45 each art and poems .

this week Wednesday should be a peek from that volume.

we are melting so I am going to be trying my best to get writing done this week .

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.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Saturday Thoughts

This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count. And I found myself needing to change it recently to add details.

As you can see I finished a few things this week. I am hoping to get the shadow people done by Wednesday, if I do I will post it for Wednesday whispers.

Stacked Nightmares only needs stolen skins and the shadow people before I can publish it. The new collection is Buried Secrets.Cover reveal below 👇

As to my health… well Monday is the day I am released from the surgeon.

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.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Saturday Thoughts

This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count. And I found myself needing to change it recently to add details.

I am still healing. though each day is better.

I realize that I didn’t post as much poetry as I hoped I would. it was also a lot more difficult for me than I thought it would be.

if you have paid attention to the list you will notice Beauty Standards disappeared this week. expect it Wednesday for Serena’s day. I will be posting a book birthday on the 25th that is currently available only on Amazon…

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.