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
The classic novel that introduced the Deryni and launched Katherine Kurtz’s career.
In the land of Gwynedd, the Haldanes have long ruled and have long kept a dangerous secret: there are those of their blood who possess the magical powers of the Deryni. To be Deryni in a land ruled by the all-powerful Church is to be branded an outcast.
But now, young Prince Kelson is about to assume the throne after the mysterious death of his father. He must be told of his magical heritage. For his legacy is being challenged by a woman who does not hesitate to lay full claim to her Deryni powers. And to face her in magical combat, Kelson must learn a lifetime’s worth of magic in a few short days.
If he loses, he dies as his father did. And if he wins, he is King—but all the world will know that he is also Deryni…
My Thoughts
This was the first high fantasy book I had ever gotten my hands on and it created a long time love for the genre. the characters are richly written and the world building is amazing. I honestly could visualize the story.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
I didn’t get as much as I wanted written. I feel like I am going to end up saying that a lot of time. I struggled to get the poetry this week more than I did the story words. normally it is the other way around.
the appointment was actually helpful. I am going to be sent for one more scan and then I will be talking to what the doctor described as the best surgeon in the area for what is wrong with me. it was not a lot of forward progress but forward progress nonetheless.
I am starting to come to the other side of the winter sick. which means I’m starting to be a little more awake, with the insomnia starting to rear up again.
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.
Pattimouse 