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Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

I can’t unhear what you said
You’re so messed in the head
For all the pain that you spread to me

You got to live with the fact
You stuck a knife in my back
And then you laughed while you watched me bleed

What you got coming to ya you did to yourself
Now you got coming to ya everything i felt

Like sliding down a razor blade
Feeling every cut
Sucker punch into the face
Then you taste the blood
I hope it hurts a little
I hope it hurts you bad
I hope it hurts a little more than that
Like burning in the flames of fire
Turning into ash
Walking then you’re running
On a bed of broken glass
I hope it hurts a little
I hope it hurts you bad
I hope it hurts a little more, more than that

Sure hope you know how to pray
And how to self medicate
Cause when you come face to face with the fear

It’s there as long as you live
Don’t look to me to forgive
I think you know what you did
What you did what you did

What you got coming to yeah you did to yourself
Now you got coming to ya everything I felt



My 2 Cents –

So Thursday I am going to the Disturbed/Falling in Reverse/Plush Concert. I admit I had not really paid any attention to Plush. Now I am listening to them to fix that. I love the other two bands…and I am starting to grow fond of this one.

Book Birthday!!!

Can you find the answers? Do You Have a Copy yet?

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

Title; ridge

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics-

So lately, been wondering
Who will be there to take my place
When I’m gone you’ll need love to light the shadows on your face
If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all
Then between the sand and stone, could you make it on your own

If I could, then I would
I’ll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I’ll go wherever you will go

And maybe, I’ll find out
A way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days
If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all
Then I hope there’s someone out there who can bring me back to you

If I could, then I would
I’ll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I’ll go wherever you will go

Run away with my heart
Run away with my hope
Run away with my love

I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart, in your mind, I’ll stay with you for all of time

If I could, then I would
I’ll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I’ll go wherever you will go

If I could turn back time, I’ll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine, I’ll go wherever you will go
I’ll go wherever you will go


My 2 Cents –

Question. if you had to choose the top ten most fitting songs for your relationship would you be able to do it? and would it change as time went on? everyone I have ever been with has a song in my mind… even those who I don’t per ce love. i associate them unconsciously. I have been with Joe for 28 years, and so very many songs have found themselves fitting moments that I can’t limit him to a single one anymore. I will never marry him, but I don’t know how he is ever going to be anything I can label either.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

I love doing digital flowers but I often feel like they are not something that requires skill because of how easy they are to do.

I literally put it together in less than 5 minutes each time. this one took ten because I wanted more details.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics-

She never mentions the word “addiction”
In certain company
Yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain come
The pain gonna make everything alright
Says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet
Says she talks to angels
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She don’t know no lover
None that I ever seen
Yeah, to her that ain’t nothin’
But to me, it means
Means everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, there’s a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna make everything alright, alright
She talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
Oh, yeah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out, yeah, yeah
Call her out
Don’t you know that they
Call her out by her name?


My 2 Cents –

There is something I can’t help but find poetic about this song. It has been something that I have been unable to explain why I like it…but it also has been one that sings my own name.

Reformatting Patreon

I finally have a rhythm on here. I am hoping if I add slowly I can get patreon on the regular posting thing. I cut it back to a single tier…Just $1 a month. For that You would have access to stories by Serena, occasional poetry and art by me. But I am planning only one post there a week for now. if I see myself capable that may change.

Next will be me adding Ko-fi….

Book Birthday!

Have you caught your Echo Yet?

Cyberspace Introspection

So, in today’s society the idea of being “live” carries a new meaning. I came here to tell y’all that I am posting myself reading my poems on my TikTok again and then I wanted to try to make it sound good… so I was thinking about the buzz words… and live poetry reading came up… but it is not live. It’s recorded. I guess I just don’t know what the words to use here are.

I always do subtitles on my readings to be sure my own accent doesn’t make me hard to understand. So I am Pattimouse on TikTok if you want to hear me read my own poetry. I occasionally post other things – mostly the fun little memes that TikTok engenders but not very often. I’m not fond of recording videos. So I try to make sure that when I do record it is for a good reason.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

I was in a pencil and paper mood.

The first one is something that I did not want to share… I was trying for cute and came out with a borderline Leatherface… that one can hide in my sketchbook till the end of time….lol.