You can tell me that you try But you told me as you said goodbye And all those things you couldn’t say You just watched me walk away, again But I was there for you to the end As your lover and your best friend So why’d you cross that line and destroy my life? Please just tell the truth ‘Cause it’s a lot to defend and I can’t understand How I’m still loving you Why can’t you be by yourself? Always needing to be with someone else So uncomfortable in your own skin I didn’t realize that time alone meant time with him So why’d you cross that line and destroy my life? Please just tell the truth ‘Cause it’s a lot to defend and I can’t understand How I’m still loving you We only have one life to get right We had our second chance And yet we fucked it up again So why’d you cross that line and destroy our lives? Please just tell the truth It’s a lot to defend, I can’t understand How I’m still loving you How am I still loving you?
My 2 Cents –
Someone pointed out that the song I shared last week and this one when played together form a story – no matter what order you play them. I felt that and found the story too compelling to not share.
When you imagine a prisoner of war, is this what you imagine?
“Under Your Scars” lyrics Godsmack Lyrics Play “Under Your Scars” on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) “Under Your Scars”
Do we make sense? I think we do In spite of everything that we’ve been through Oh when you say black and I say white It’s not about who’s wrong as long as it feels right Don’t think those stars won’t align
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine Live inside of mine
Wish you were here right beside me So I could watch you sleep Hold your body closer, breathe you deep And everything feels broken when you’re not next to me Would you still be you if we weren’t we?
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine
So hey, if you feel like coming down If you feel like coming around Just call my name out loud, na, na, na Hey, if you feel like coming down If you feel like coming around Just call my name out loud, na, na, na, hey
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine Live inside of mine
My 2 Cents –
so I think I probably had something witty here…but in trying to get the posts done for the upcoming week I ended up sending it to the ether. However I planned on the song being here for the next week’s Tuesday tunes to reference… so I have to leave the mess up.
So, I have set up a goal of publishing Tears of the Broken in March. That means I have to get it written by no later than the middle of February. It’s about half done. So I might be able to get it done. I already have the next volume chosen – I know I usually ask for your opinion…but I have it calling to me. I will celebrate getting this one done by announcing that one.
Well…I finished writing Queer Verbage which will not release until April…it seems so far away…but it is one less thing I have hanging over me. I can do the formatting and get the stuff done for publishing. I cannot explain why the need to finish it was so strong, but having it done is a weight off. Now I have Tears of the Broken, Dream Drops, Fighting Ignorance, Ocular Dystopia, Occult Madness in progress for me and Chasing Ghosts for Serena. When I mentioned to my Daughter how I felt like I was struggling with it, she said I was pushing too hard. She said that if I worked any harder she would never get to see me. Sorry, she comes first there. But it did make me wonder…what is the right amount? I try to write as I feel the urge, but I also try to set a daily goal so I actually get forward progress on more than just the poetry volumes…because I tend to get easily distracted from my stories. I am aware there is a discipline to this…and I am a child of chaos. So where is the happy medium for me? That is something I am going to be working with over the next few weeks. I need to set me a workable time schedule for writing and work that I can stick to…or at least attempt to. Let’s see how that goes?
So between the stress of the normal holidays and vehicle issues… I have been a little bit more than usual fighting with my internal demons. To the point where it has even interrupted the writing. Usually the fight feeds the writing…
I’m not sure what the difference is this year but I have been struggling. That being said… my friend Jenny Elliott – writer, and Fae Corps intern…chose the best way to cheer me up.
She has been reading my The Voices within volume. And she came to a poem and decided to tell me that I was more than enough.
Screenshot she sent me.
Then she has been busy with making marketing stuff for Fae Corps and I keep running across my books there.
Though I know it was a part of her job…it really does feel like I have made some difference in this world.
Sometimes we can’t see the world around us for the immediate struggle we are dealing with.
Remember you never know what your reviews will do for the author.
No one knows just what has become of her Shattered doll, desperate Oh so innocent and delicate But too damn obdurate And obstinate to let go Broken down, hurt again, it never ends Frightened and trembling Did she fall again? An accident? Her eyes encircled in black again I can’t believe that she’s still with him For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery Look inside see what has become of her Hiding within again Can she pick herself up again? It’s just too difficult and arduous to let go Homicide flashes through her mind again No more pain, take control If he raises his hand again She’ll find her freedom in killing him The world will see that she’s had enough For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery For how long will you deny? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery Broken down, hurt again It never ends
My 2 Cents –
This song is often taken as speaking of an abused woman. I have always seen it as masking in any form. Being who you are not in any relationship is a torture. If you love someone, accept them for who they are. No matter what they are.
Let nothing you dismay, remember that the sun returns upon the Solstice day! The growing dark is ended now, and Spring is on its way. O, tidings of Comfort and Joy… Comfort and Joy…O, tidings of Comfort and Joy. The winters worst still lies ahead fierce tempest snow and rain Beneath the blanket on the ground the spark of life remains.the sun’s warm Rays caress the seeds to raise life’s songs again.O, tidings of Comfort and Joy… Comfort and Joy…O, tidings of Comfort and Joy within the blessed apple lies the promise of the queen for from this pentacle shall rise orchards fresh and green. The earth shall blossom once again the air be sweet and clean..O, tidings of Comfort and Joy… Comfort and Joy…O, tidings of Comfort and Joy
My 2 Cents –
I went looking for holiday music and I found this treasure.
Down in the workshop all the elves were makin’ toys For the good gentile girls and the good gentile boys When the boss busted in, nearly scared ’em half to death Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye “Merry Christmas to all, now you’re all gonna die”
The night Santa went crazy The night St. Nick went insane Realized he’d been gettin’ a raw deal Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it Everywhere you’ll find pieces of Cupid and Comet And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen And he took a big bite and said, “It tastes just like chicken”
The night Santa went crazy The night Kris Kringle went nuts Now you can’t hardly walk around the North Pole Without steppin’ in reindeer guts
There’s the National Guard and the FBI There’s a van from the Eyewitness News And helicopters circlin’ ’round in the sky And the bullets are flyin’, the body count’s risin’ And everyone’s dyin’ to know, oh Santa, why? My my my my my my You used to be such a jolly guy
Yes, Virginia, now Santa’s doing time In a Federal prison for his infamous crime Hey little friend now, don’t you cry no more tears He’ll be out with good behavior in seven hundred more years But now Vixen’s in therapy and Donner’s still nervous And the elves all got jobs working for the Postal Service And they say Mrs. Clause, she’s on the phone every night With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights
They’re talkin’ bout, the night Santa went crazy The night St. Nicholas flipped Broke his back for some milk and cookies Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin’ gypped
Whoa oh, the night Santa went crazy The night St. Nick went insane Realized he’d gettin’ a raw deal Something finally must have snapped in his brain Whoa oh, something finally must have snapped in his brain Tell ya, something finally must have snapped in his brain
My 2 Cents –
Best Holiday song ever in my opinion. And considering that the holiday has already started kicking my nads…yeah. let the fun start please?
Thanksgiving has always been a large feast of a meal for me.
I spend days ahead cooking.
Sometimes traditions change.
The last couple of years have been bad because I have not been able to do the big meal. So I am doing it again this year. With minor changes.
We have to adapt to changes or they will wipe us away.
One of the Changes for me is the inability to make my favorite dishes. We have several Diabetics at the table so making so many desserts is a bad idea. Since I cannot make it, I wonder what recipes you are making, or cannot make.
Pattimouse 