Not only is my poem live on Coffee House Writers, but two of my best girls have new on there too.
My Poem: https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-puppeteers-strings/
My Girl Redbird’s Story part: https://coffeehousewriters.com/an-unconventional-love-story-part-iii/
And My Friend Tish’s : https://coffeehousewriters.com/jazzys-selfie-time/
So enjoy the read!
Don’t threaten me with a good time – Panic! At the Disco
Lyrics – Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
No liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
You shoulda’ seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I was the king of this hologram
Where there’s no such thing as getting out of hand
Memories tend to just pop up
Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves
Five-thousand people with designer drugs
Don’t think I’ll ever get enough (don’t think I’ll ever get enough)
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe”
Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time
It’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright
It’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
What are these footprints?
They don’t look very human like
Now I wish that I could find my clothes
Bedsheets and a morning rose
I wanna wake up
Can’t even tell if this is a dream
How did we end up in my neighbors pool
Upside down with a perfect view?
Bar to bar at the speed of sound
Fancy feet dancing through this town
Lost my mind in a wedding gown
Don’t think I’ll ever get it now
(Don’t think I’ll ever get it now)
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe“
Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time
I’m a scholar and a gentleman
And I usually don’t fall when I try to stand
I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt
But I make these high heels work
I’ve told you time and time again
I’m not as think as you drunk I am
And we all fell down when the sun came up
I think we’ve had enough
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe”
Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time
My 2 cents – well I think that I might have shared this before, but I am covered over with work and feel the need for a good time… Lol. The video and song are both fun.
So I always share my coffeehouse writers poetry… I think that today I want to share the posts of my partner and a friend as well.
My own post is https://coffeehousewriters.com/anxiety-machine/
My partner RB Pilcher’s post is https://coffeehousewriters.com/unconventional-love-story-i/
And last but far from least is my friend Tish’s post… https://coffeehousewriters.com/benefits-writing-portfolio/
Enjoy!
Lyrics –
Yo.
Sam.
Ha, we back bitches
Good grip with that hood shit
Full flame in front the bull pit
Bad bitch don’t take shit
Fucked last week been dead since
In the muck ducked one time
Kill em all with one line
From the swamp, bump and grind
Ain’t with the game no shuck and jive
Ain’t no soft mouth when is gold
Can’t hang low where the demons go
Cats don’t talk, they plead the fifth
One disappearance ain’t nobody see shit
(Woo!) On a different plane
Take it outside it’s so insane
Sam right rip real simple and plain
Sam B mother fucker ya’ll in hell (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
Eat a brain while getting brained
Conductor on my zombie train
All aboard, kill a broad
Leave her bloody, choked and stained
Won’t play games no slick talk
Devil dick like a pitchfork
No super suit, no Bat Cave
Just shrunken heads and dead stock
I’m Mossberg, I’m 2Pac
B.I.G. with two Glocks
Big L from Hell and back
Collecting heads in my napsack
Ghost Rider with no chains
Spawned life with no cape
Demon child like Hunger Games
Chase a bitch, no escape (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
First of all I ain’t going to hell
Let ’em know we’re going to need a lease
I stay hungry I need a feast, I’m like,
“Didn’t I tell you don’t feed the beast?”
Went and got a little Holy water and then
Put it onto my Jesus piece
Got her wet like she’s seen the beach
And I think your girl’s goin’ to need a priest
Say I’m ill when I’m over seas
Couldn’t see how that’s not true
My jewelry looks like it caught Flu
And my neck looking like Achoo
Girl you got to be psychic
If you think that I’m crazy
I would show you my good side
But what have you done for me lately?
Every day would be heavenly when she
Call me up and I stop through
Every day I look to the sky and I
Thank God that I’m not you (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
(No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
When the elevators go down
And the guest list is closed
Ain’t no +1’s allowed
And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell)
The nightmares come quick
The air is getting thick
When the dead start to rise
There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell)
Sam B!
My 2 Cents –
My head is deep in editing of some really great horror stories for Nightmare Whispers. (and some great poetry and flash fiction for Fae Dreams. ) We have announcements upcoming on the Fae Corps Blog Thursday. So I chose a song to match my theme. This was done for a video game. It was honestly better than the game it was made for. The video has some great cinematic effects. This song makes it into my daily listening most of the time. I am not usually into rap music, with a few exceptions. This is one of the exceptions.
I decided to do something fun today for Monday Poetry…I decided to show y’all my poetry related pinterest boards. Pinterest is a black hole for me, a time sink where I will lose track of time. So let me show you some of what I have been doing there.
first board is other poets and fun bits of lyrics. I enjoy reading poetry as much as writing poetry. so I save the ones I like.
The second board is Prompts. because sometimes the muse is a fickle thing.
And Lastly is a board I created of my own poetry.
Lyrics: Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though Who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
No liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
You shoulda’ seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I was the king of this hologram
Where there’s no such thing as getting out of hand
Memories tend to just pop up
Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves
Five-thousand people with designer drugs
Don’t think I’ll ever get enough (don’t think I’ll ever get enough) Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe”
Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time It’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright
It’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though What are these footprints?
They don’t look very human like
Now I wish that I could find my clothes
Bedsheets and a morning rose
I wanna wake up
Can’t even tell if this is a dream
How did we end up in my neighbors pool
Upside down with a perfect view?
Bar to bar at the speed of sound
Fancy feet dancing through this town
Lost my mind in a wedding gown
Don’t think I’ll ever get it now
(Don’t think I’ll ever get it now) Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe”
Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time I’m a scholar and a gentleman
And I usually don’t fall when I try to stand
I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt
But I make these high heels work
I’ve told you time and time again
I’m not as think as you drunk I am
And we all fell down when the sun came up
I think we’ve had enough Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it’s a hell of a feeling though
It’s a hell of a feeling though Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying “If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe”
Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time
My 2Cents:
This song has been stuck in my head for 3 weeks. I think with the way people have been suffering through 2020 that maybe a good time is just what we need this year. So tell me, what is your good time?
Before I do this… I apologize for the late posts the last couple of days… I have been helping a friend and I have been late getting home. Usually I will do the posts while out if need be, but I was the driver this time. Stretches my ability to get things done.
Lyrics – Crawl out of the hole you’re in
Who you are is not who you’ve been
Now’s the time to sink or swim
Will you fight the tide or get lost within
And I know you’re feeling low
Feel like you’ve lost control
But the darkness that you know
It’s not your home and you’re not alone
And all you’ve wanted was just so much more
This world has taken ahold
Don’t let ’em get your soul
The silence
You feel it cold as a winter storm
This world has taken ahold
Don’t let ’em get your soul
Iron bars are hell to break
Tell me now, do you know what’s at stake?
Your whole life in a blank stare haze
You walk around like the end of days
And I know you’re feeling low
Feel like you’ve lost control
But the darkness that you know
It’s not your home and you’re not alone
And all you’ve wanted was just so much more
This world has taken ahold
Don’t let ’em get your soul
The silence
You feel it cold as a winter storm
This world has taken ahold
Don’t let ’em get your soul
I’m callin’ out to you
Can you hear me?
They can’t break you down
Let you hit the ground
I promise you it won’t be long (Won’t be long)
You’re feeling overwhelmed here
Drowned by the pain and the fear
The sun will come with the dawn
All you’ve wanted was just so much more
This world has taken ahold
Don’t let ’em get your soul
The silence
You feel it cold as a winter storm
This world has taken ahold
Don’t let ’em get your soul…
Get your soul…
My 2 cents – this is a song about learning how to be strong after a struggle. Don’t let the world destroy you. It’s a good song, and it feels like a good message.
So Tuesday I share the music video and lyrics of songs that spark my need to say something. This week… Well I think that I want you to tell me what you are listening to. Give me a band and song, a video link, or just a song title so I can go look it up. I will listen and tell you what I think of it.
Lyrics – [Verse 1]
I hate the world today
You’re so good to me, I know, but I can’t change
Tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe
I’m an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
You must have been relieved to see the softer side
I can understand how you’d be so confused
I don’t envy you
I’m a little bit of everything all rolled into one
[Chorus]
I’m a bitch, I’m a lover
I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your Hell, I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
[Verse 2]
So take me as I am
This may mean you’ll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous
And I’m going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change and today won’t mean a thing
[Chorus]
I’m a bitch, I’m a lover
I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your Hell, I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
[Bridge]
Just when you think you got me figured out
The season’s already changing
I think it’s cool, you do what you do
And don’t try to save me
[Chorus]
I’m a bitch, I’m a lover
I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your Hell, I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
[Chorus 2]
I’m a bitch, I’m a tease
I’m a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I’m your angel undercover
I’ve been numb, I’m revived
Can’t say I’m not alive
You know I wouldn’t want it any other way
My 2 cents – OK, some days I feel the power of self confidence. I know that I am unique and my power is in my creativity… But those are the rare days. I have struggled with public opinion and self esteem my whole life. Today I see my flaws and I embrace the idea that they are part of my uniqueness. Tomorrow the weight of them may be too much. This song speaks to that. Nobody is perfect, that struggle is in every single soul. The need to be both saint and sinner exists in each of us. So, if you are not sure of someone’s situation… Be kind. Lest you send them into a personal hell.
Lyrics – [Verse 1]
Am I wasting my breath on you
Feels like my words are never getting through, yeah, ohh
I never said I hate you to someone so much before
I’m light headed when we talk and then you shut the door, god damn
Like what are we still talking for, yeah
[Verse 2]
I really hope you don’t see tomorrow
I tried to play nice with you
‘Cause all you ever do is try to fuck up my day
And you were successful
(But I know the truth)
No you don’t have anything better to do
Everything you ever loved has tried to escape you
So why would I want anything to do with you
Fuck you
[Verse 3]
(I’ve had a bad day, and it’s all because of you)
(I’ve had a bad day, and it’s all because of you)
(I’m not ok after what you put me through)
(Uhh, uuh, yeah)
(Uhh, you broke me, fuck you)
Fuck you
(Uhh, uuh, yeah)
My 2 cents – I generally avoid posting songs that have explicit lyrics. Still this song speaks to me. There’s always someone who you want to just tell off. This song has a good beat and feel to it. And it just is fun.
Pattimouse 