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…
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.
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 has been taking up way too much space in my head lately. Admittedly it slaps, but I prefer a mix of songs. lol. Still had to share the pain of a earworm.
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. Yesterday was a good day.
I spent the whole day getting stuff done. A whole manuscript, some squirrelling, some squishys, some resin, some jewelry…
which is why I don’t have the energy for tomorrow’s review so I am going to be doing the Q&A post once more. I will be doing the rest of the week schedule tomorrow.
If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on, now ‘Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see But if I stay here with you, girl Things just couldn’t be the same ‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can’t change Bye-bye, baby, it’s been a sweet love, yeah-yeah Though this feeling I can’t change But, please, don’t take it so badly ‘Cause Lord knows I’m to blame But, if I stay here with you, girl Things just couldn’t be the same ‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can’t change Lord, help me, I can’t change Lord, I can’t change Won’t you fly high, free bird, yeah
My 2 cents –
I have songs for everyone who ever touched my heart in some way. the man who is belonging to this one is in the icu. so he is on my mind.
