So I presented a question to my Fae Corps Publishing Discord and it seems appropriate here.
If you had to pick an artist who’s discography you had no songs in it you hated…could you do it ?
I can easily P!nk.. with a little bit of thought I can come up with a few more ….
what about you ?
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.
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 .
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 .
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.
Lyrics –
We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone
All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall
We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave us kids alone
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall
If you don’t eat yer meat, you can’t have any pudding
How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?
You! (if you don’t eat yer meat)
Yes, you behind the bike stands (you can’t have any pudding)
(How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?) Stand still, laddy!
You! Yes, you behind the bike stands…
My 2 cents –
okay this song has a story. I started 9th grade 6 weeks late due to childbirth. my best friend at the time (who was dating ny step brother) decided that my first day of school hadd to be special. She brought a big boombox to school and as I got off the bus blasted this song so loud the cafeteria windows shook. it was incredible and memorable.
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.
Lyrics –
It’s in the way she often calls me out
It’s in the cut of your pretty gown
Your come-on legs and your pantyhose
You look so precious with your bloody nose
We’re gonna come together
We’re gonna celebrate
We’re gonna gather ’round
Like it’s your birthday
I don’t want to know just what I’m gonna do
I don’t care where you’re going
I’m coming along with you
Walking her home with the grassy field
Falling and laughing at the drinks we’ve spilled
Just one of those nights that I have to share
Chasing the death, without a care
We’re gonna come together
We’re gonna celebrate
We’re gonna gather around
Like it’s your birthday
I don’t wanna know just what I’m gonna do
I don’t care where you’re going
I’m coming along with you
You know I love the way you curve
Yeah
We’re gonna come together
We’re gonna celebrate
We’re gonna gather ’round
Like it’s your birthday
I don’t wanna know just what I’m gonna do
I don’t care where you’re going
I’m coming along with you
My 2 cents –
Thursday is the birthday of my boyfriend. we will be 32 years together in May. Happy birthday Joe.
Lyrics –
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
My 2 cents –
This is what the US feels like right now.
Lyrics –
“The Show Must Go On”
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.
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