Cut me open and you’ll find A brain, heart, liver, lungs And a knife in the spine
It’s chilling to know that the last place you go Might be where the fat lady sings Does it hurt? I don’t know, and where do we go? We don’t tease fragile minds with such things
So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mold
It’s getting harder to know if I’m sane My issues are leaking outside of my veins Somebody save me or end me I haven’t yet made up my mind
If it leads to paranoia, boy, you might want to hit the floor Before exposure leads to a metamorphosis we can’t ignore Lost in the whisper and hung on a prayer If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there
So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mold
Will I be an end to someone’s destiny? Who’s to know? And will I give right in to my aggression? Who’s to know? Will I fall apart all alone Who’s to know? Or will I shine right through And lay this hate to rest with all of you?
So sell me down the river (down the river) First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver (I can deliver) I think we’ve finally broke the mold
My 2 cents –
today I have an mri. I will try to explain in my Thursday post ….but I am trying to keep the panic away right now .
‘Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not die.’ Cry! Last fire will rise Behind those eyes. Black house will rock, Blind boys don’t lie. Immortal fear, That voice so clear. Through broken walls, That scream I hear. Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill) Blue masquerade, Strangers look on. When will they learn This loneliness? Temptation heat Beats like a drum. Deep in your veins, I will not lie, Little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill) My Shangri-Las, I can’t forget Why you were mine. I need you now! Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill) Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill)
My 2 cents –
This week should be a love song due to valentine’s day. I just don’t feel it. My veiw of love is not something that is easily commercialized. So I went with a movie song redone to be more potent.
They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down We can feel an order Getting in our way We don’t need the rule of yesterday Breaking down the borders Tearing down the sides Hear this one last time They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They’ve got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up and down They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down We can feel an order Getting in our way We don’t need the rule of yesterday Breaking down the borders Tearing down the sides Hear this one last time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Up and down They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down We can feel an order Getting in our way We don’t need the rule of yesterday Breaking down the borders Tearing down the sides Hear this one last time
My 2 cents –
21 years ago today I gave birth to my youngest son, though at the time I thought he was my only daughter. He has introduced me to a good bit of the music that I listen to now, though I have always been one with broad taste in music. This song keeps getting stuck in his father’s head….and I am amused by it.
Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather For the wind to suck For the sun to rot For the tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop
My 2 cents –
I hate the direction American politics have taken lately. I feel like the songs from the past are relevant again. Though the topic was not a good one, Billie Holiday had a gorgeous voice and made the song seem like such a beautiful thing. I am leaning into the older blues and jazz music lately…Because it seems to be relevant again…and that make me sad.
so I have been seeing a shift in the social media popularity as of late. I figure it is a natural thing but it means that it might be time to put my list of where to find me out there again . These are just fae corps publishing . because I am still sick I simply am putting the linktree and the email and blog.