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.
White sands build these mountains, beauty at the start
Climb so high till your feet can’t touch the ground
Head so clouded, you’re right where I want you now
I become your medication Get off on numb sensation
Know every single weakness Bring out your inner demons
This devil digs deeper down inside of me
Will you get out of me
Will you get out of me
I’ll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along
I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this
Do you crave me, or am I just your escape?
From the darkness that resides inside your brain
Call me devil baby, but you know the truth
The only thing that you fear is you (It’s you)
I become your medication Get off on numb sensation
Know every single weakness
Breaking you down to pieces
This devil digs deeper down inside of me
Will you get out of me
Will you get out of me
I’ll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this
There’s a devil inside me
Head so clouded, you’re right where I want you know
This f **ing devil! This devil digs deeper down inside of me
Will you get out of me
Will you get out of me
I’ll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this
This f **ing devil’s white grip Is all I need from this
My 2 cents –
Ever get a song stuck in your head and not be able to put your fingers on what the song is? This was my song this week. All I had was the rhythm. Then the boyfriend randomly decided to play it. whew, that cleared the song from my mind.
Ramblers in the wilderness we can’t find what we need We get a little restless from the searching Get a little worn down in between Like a bull chasing the matador Is the man left to his own schemes Everybody needs someone beside em’ Shining like a lighthouse from the sea
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
Face down in the desert Now there’s a cage locked around my heart I found a way to drop the keys Where my failures were
Now my hands can’t reach that far I ain’t made for a rivalry I could never take the world alone I know that in my weakness I am strong, but It’s your love that brings me home
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
And when you call and need me near Sayin’ where’d you go? Brother, I’m right here And on those days when the sky begins to fall You’re the blood of my blood We can get through it all
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re feelin’ low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home Be the one to light the way Bring you home
I have been seeing a lot of feminine Rage songs appearing on the music scene. I can understand why…and I can relate to way too many of them. Still it is something that bothers me because it feels like we are going backwards as a country.
Lacey things, the wife is missing. Didn’t ask, for her permission I’m wearing her clothes, her silk panty hose. Walking around in women’s underwear.
In the store, there’s a teddy. With little straps, like spaghetti. It holds me so tight, like handcuffs at night. Walking around in womens underwear
In the office there’s a guy named Melvin. He pretends that I am Murphy Brown. He’ll say “Are you ready?” I’ll say, “Woah man! Let’s wait until the wife is out of town.” Later on, if you wanna, We can dress, like Madonna. Put on some eye shade, and join the parade. Walking around in women’s underwear.
Lacey things, missing. Didn’t ask, permission. Wearing her clothes, silk panty hose. Walking around in women’s underwear. Walking around in women’s underwear. Walking around in women’s underwear……”
Out of balance and you fell into the ocean again My heart was sinking when I saw you didn’t know how to swim Tried to pull you out, you said, “Just let me drown” You won’t let go of all the things that bring you down Then I jumped into the water, darkness covered my head You pulled me down into the deep, I tried to give you my breath But you didn’t care I touched your face and said “I’ve got to let you go, I’m running out of air” Ooh, I can finally see You don’t give a fuck about me What was I fighting for? I guess I’ll never know Can’t do this anymore I’m swimming for the shore Took off my cape, this superhero will not save you again You are the one who wears a mask, you are the one who pretends That you don’t need my help Now I’ve got nothing left Maybe the bravest thing I can do is to save myself Ooh, I can finally see You don’t give a fuck about me What was I fighting for? I guess I’ll never know Can’t do this anymore I’m swimming for the shore Tried to give you my breath, but I’ve got nothing left Maybe the bravest thing I can do is to save myself Ooh, I can finally see You don’t give a fuck about me What was I fighting for? I guess I’ll never know Can’t do this anymore I’m swimming for the shore Ooh, I can finally see You don’t give a fuck about me What was I fighting for? I guess I’ll never know Can’t do this anymore I’m swimming for the shore
My 2 cents –
I heard this song recently and it really resonates. I so often give until I have nothing left…then I feel guilty about walking away.
Today is thanksgiving in the US. (Happy Holidays if you celebrate…)
And that last bit is part of the issue. Everyone is expecting HAPPY. Holidays are sometimes a time of grief. Or a time of extra stress. This is true no matter which holiday it is. So I ask if you are struggling…reach out. There is always someone willing to listen. You Matter!!!
For me, this is a hard one. So I am hiding in the writing and video games…and other work to avoid the emotional damage that today will bring. I hope that each of you are having a day where you are able to give yourself the space and the grace that you need.
Okay I am caught Up as far as the poems…Even on the Pad Challenge. I did the posts for the Ars Poetica…However I feel like it might just be too much to do the Pad images. I am still trying to catch up on the main stuff for Fae Corps. That means currently I have 5 books to get organized, and published. The marketing images made for and everything done. That is only for the rest of November and December. I have a Live manuscript on my desk half read. (I really hate half way doing anything.) and I have to deal with the normal day to day stuff like blood work and doctors appointments. I should be able to at the least keep up with the Ars Poetica posts, and when I can I will be doing that as well
The last couple of days I have actually noticed that I made mistakes in the titles of the posts. I fixed it as I saw it, but I don’t want to not acknowledge that I have done it. I am struggling with the reality of my child moving, the election, wounds on my feet, and general stuff that has been going on. I will try to look at the top before I publish the post for the remainder of the month but I don’t promise that the typos will not be there.
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