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 .
2026 PAD Challenge Day 30
my response is :
in my memory
I am always here
walking through the
ruins of yesterday,
wondering what I
could have done
differently.
seeing the broken beauty
and knowing that I created
all of this madness and
masterpiece, I wonder
if my life is but a mirror
to forgotten things
I need to remember.
My Response Is:
Here I sit for all to hear
Singing my history,
In hopes that I am not the only one
that learns lessons from it.
for forgotten history is repeated,
and repeated history is nothing but tears.
So, I will sing it as loudly as my voice allows.
I will sing it as often as I may...
And I will hope that I am strong enough
to keep the memories alive
and history at bay.
2026 PAD Challenge Day 28
my response is :
childhood moments,
so easily forgotten,
skipping river rocks
just for the fun.
making popcorn chains
to throw about recklessly,
hoarding laughter like
the treasure it is.
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 .
2026 PAD Challenge Day 26
my response is :
today my brain is so foggy
that I feel as if I am playing
solitaire with a deck of 28 cards....
I have forgotten all I need to know
I want to remember,
I really do,
but in the moment
all I find is myself confused..
2026 PAD Challenge Day 25
my response is :
small doses of kindness
is simply a way to show
the world there is love
still in your heart .
treat others as you
would want to be
treated.
that is the best
way for anyone
to live.
2026 PAD Challenge Day 24
My response is :
faeries are born
from the laughter
of newborn babies,
or so we are told.
but I believe that
Banshee are made
from forgotten hugs
when loved ones pass.
Pattimouse 