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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue under stormy skies But they’re never so blue as when I let them cry My father says I have English hair English hair, English hair Brown like the bark of an oak somewhere Like the bed of a lake where the hemlock grows Like the thorn in the stem of an English rose I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My Nana says I have travelling feet Travelling feet, travelling feet Slippers for princesses don’t fit me But I dance to my own drum, bright and bold And my travelling feet always get me home My sister says I’ve a restless soul Restless soul, restless soul Easy to catch, but I’m hard to hold Like a song on the wind that you caught one day I get under your skin, then I slip away I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue ‘Cause I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes
My 2 cents –
I have been thinking a lot lately about the women I came from. I remember my great great grandmother on my father’s side. I really enjoyed my great grandmother on both sides. both of them were strong women. One taught me how to play scrabble when I was a toddler and I never once won. lol
I don’t have Irish eyes but I have enough of each one that I am a happy person.
Gazing through the window at the world outside Wondering will mother earth survive Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime
After all, there’s only just the two of us And here we are still fighting for our lives Watching all of history repeat itself time-after-time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us I’m hoping that the dawn will bring a sign A better place for those who will come after us this time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away Oh, yeah I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ It doesn’t really matter much to me Without each other’s help, there ain’t no hope for us I’m living in a dream of fantasy
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
If only we could all just find serenity It would be nice, if we could live as one When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away today I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days Okay
I’m just a dreamer Who’s searching for the way today I’m just a dreamer Dreaming my life away
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
My 2 cents –
you know what… the world is too hard right now. dreams are good. be creative. be crazy. Dream. Dream Big.
Can you feel that? Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant, I kneel (will you give it to me?) It seems what’s left of my human side Is slowly changing in me (will you give it to me?) Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes, violently it changes Oh no, there is no turnin’ back now You’ve woken up the demon in me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on, get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me I can see inside you, the sickness is rising Don’t try to deny what you feel (will you give it to me?) It seems that all that was good has died And is decaying in me (will you give it to me?) It seems you’re having some trouble In dealing with these changes, living with these changes Oh no, the world is a scary place Now that you’ve woken up the demon in me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on, get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me And when I dream And when I dream And when I dream And when I dream No mommy, don’t do it again Don’t do it again, I’ll be a good boy I’ll be a good boy, I promise No, mommy, don’t hit me, oh-ooh Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy? Don’t do it, you’re hurting me, oh-ooh Why did you have to be such a -? Why don’t you, why don’t you f- off and die? Why can’t you just f- off and die? Why can’t you just leave here and die? Never stick your hand in my face again, f- you I don’t need this sh-, you stupid sadistic abusive fu- wh- Would you like to see how it feels, mommy? Here it comes, get ready to die Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness has now come over me
My 2 cents –
I think this is obvious considering. I sit here with no voice, sinuses going nuts and everything hurts. so I might as well have humor about it.
Pattimouse 