Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

Alright, everybody sit down, quiet down, listen up
I brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries
Like every year we start with A and end with Z
Alright, is the band ready?
Ready
Alright, hit it Boyles
One, and a two

A is for Amber who drowned in a pool
B is for Billy who was eaten by ghouls
C is for Curt with disease in the brain
D is for Daniel derailed on a train
E is for Eric who is buried alive
F is for Frank who was stabbed through the eye
G is for Greg who died in the womb
H is for Heather who was sealed in a tomb

One by one we bite the dust
Kick the bucket and begin to rust
Give up the ghost when your number’s up
We all fall down

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste
You wither away in your resting place
Eternity in a wooden case
We all fall down

I is for Isaac who lost his front brakes
J is for Johnny, was bitten by snakes
K is for Kimmy who was shot in the head
L is for Larry who bled and bled
M is for Marie who was burned to a crisp
N is for Nick who was pummeled by fists
O is for Olive who lived life too fast
P is for Pat who swallowed some glass

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Alrighty lads, all together now

One by one we bite the dust
Kick the bucket and begin to rust
Give up the ghost when your number’s up
We all fall down

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste
You wither away in your resting place
Eternity in a wooden case
We all fall down

Q is for Quentin who took the wrong trail
R is for Raina who rotted in jail
S is for Stevie who was shot by a bow
T is for Tory who froze in the snow
U is for Urich who was trampled by hooves
V is for Vanessa who fell off a roof
W is for Will who was hit by a car
X is for Xavier who sunk in the tar
Y is Yessy who fell from a plane
Z is for Zack who simply went
Insane

My 2 cents –

Continuing the theme …Fun & Spooky.

Drawtober day 14

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Samhain

By

Patricia Harris

Rolling pumpkins
glowing eyes,
decaying leaves,
admist costumery…
candy sacks in tiny hands
haunting the streets
until the nights end.

The veil is thinned
on this night of revelry,
It brings the ancestors
to weave the joy into
all that might be .


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My youngest child is in the process of moving into their own house. I am so torn. They are 20 and ready to do this but I worry about it. Add in the fact that I have had a child to worry about since I was 14 and I find myself with no children to make decisions about…I am going through a lot of emotions that I don’t know what to do with.

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