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.
Normally, if I set up the link for a book…It is at least completely written. This time I am starting that process early. Queer Verbage, at the time of this post is 10 poems away from being done…But I wanted to secure the April release date. The publishing schedule fills up so fast…I wanted to be sure when this would release. And considering I have been fixated on this volume…I do not see myself having issues writing 10 poems in nearly four months.
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?
Pattimouse 