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.
Lyrics-
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.
Title: Indian Summer
Lyrics-
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?
Title: Midnight Grove
a fun sketch.
Lyrics-
They call it creeping, I say loving, it’s the only way for me
Filling out papers, signing waivers, but I stay outside his reach
I name your mother and your father and the first pet that you keep
I know your favourite place to dine at when your cheque comes in each week
I know you do your wash on Sundays and you separate your whites
And that your car needs a new tire ’cause last week I laid those spikes
I’ve got a million polaroids with all the dates penned in red ink
I sneak a walkie-talkie in your room to listen to you sleep
You just don’t know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same
One day we’ll have a pretty wedding, and I’ll be your everything
We’ll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part
Oh, you don’t know it yet but baby I’ve already got your heart
Some call it stalking, I say walking just extremely close behind
I’m sure if I sat down and asked you, well, you really wouldn’t mind
You’ve got those eyes that drive me crazy
And I’ve got eyes to watch you sleep
I brought a pack lunch and some coffee
For my stakeout in your tree, outside your house (shh)
Gotta be as quiet as a mouse, or else you’ll call the police
And I’ll get done for somethin’ stupid like disturbance of the peace
And piece by piece, I am collecting all the things you leave behind
And when you don’t, I rummage through your bins to see what I can find
You just don’t know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same
One day we’ll have a pretty wedding, and I’ll be your everything
We’ll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part
Oh, you don’t know it yet but baby I’ve already got your heart
You just don’t know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same
One day we’ll have a pretty wedding, and I’ll be your everything
We’ll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part
Oh, you don’t know it yet but baby I’ve already got your heart
My 2 Cents –
Okay this one is fun…and disturbing…but fun nonetheless.
Simple flower
Lyrics-
There is a house way down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one
Mother was a tailor, yeah, yeah
Sewed my Levi jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man, yeah, yeah
Down, way down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gamblin’ man ever needs
Is a suitcase, Lord, and a trunk
And the only time a fool like him is satisfied
Is when he’s all stone cold drunk
Oh, mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
[Verse 4]
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
[Refrain]
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one
My 2 Cents –
So I am all of the time having a conversation with my daughter about cover songs. A lot of the ones that she likes are covers of stuff that I listened to in my youth. The covers are not always a bad thing. This song in particular is one that has been covered by everyone. Seriously 😒. But I have to admit… I kinda like this one.
Title: Rebirth
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