It’s in the way she often calls me out It’s in the cut of your pretty gown Your come-on legs and your pantyhose You look so precious with your bloody nose We’re gonna come together We’re gonna celebrate We’re gonna gather ’round Like it’s your birthday I don’t want to know just what I’m gonna do I don’t care where you’re going I’m coming along with you Walking her home with the grassy field Falling and laughing at the drinks we’ve spilled Just one of those nights that I have to share Chasing the death, without a care We’re gonna come together We’re gonna celebrate We’re gonna gather around Like it’s your birthday I don’t wanna know just what I’m gonna do I don’t care where you’re going I’m coming along with you You know I love the way you curve Yeah We’re gonna come together We’re gonna celebrate We’re gonna gather ’round Like it’s your birthday I don’t wanna know just what I’m gonna do I don’t care where you’re going I’m coming along with you
My 2 cents –
Thursday is the birthday of my boyfriend. we will be 32 years together in May. Happy birthday Joe.
This one was pencil and ink with oil pastels for the color.
I enjoy playing with mixed mediums as it gives my imagination more to work with. I had to use something to make the initial circle as my hand is not so steady to be able to make the circle freehand. I found that some of the mediums are more difficult to work with.
I dance around this empty house Tear us down Throw you out Screaming down the halls Spinning all around and now we fall Pictures framing up the past Your taunting smirk behind the glass This museum full of ash Once a tickle Now a rash This used to be a funhouse But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down I’m gonna burn it down Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, fun Echoes knocking on locked doors All the laughter from before I’d rather live out on the street Than in this haunted memory I’ve called the movers Called the maids We’ll try to exorcise this place Drag my mattress to the yard Crumble tumble house of cards This used to be a fun house But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down This used to be a fun house But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down I’m gonna burn it down Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, fun Oh, I’m crawling through the doggy door My key don’t fit my lock no more I’ll change the drapes I’ll break the plates I’ll find a new place Burn this fucker down Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo do Do do do do da da da da Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo do Do do do do dodo doo This used to be a fun house But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down This used to be a fun house But now it’s full of evil clowns It’s time to start the countdown I’m gonna burn it down down down I’m gonna burn it down
Empty spaces What are we living for? Abandoned places I guess we know the score
On and on Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero Another mindless crime Behind the curtain In the pantomime
Hold the line Does anybody want to take it anymore?
Show must go on Show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens I’ll leave it all to chance Another heartache Another failed romance
On and on Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I’m learning I must be warmer now I’ll soon be turning ‘Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free
Show must go on Show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die I can fly, my friends
Show must go on Show must go on I’ll face it with a grin I’m never giving in On with the show
I’ll top the bill I’ll overkill I have to find the will to carry on with the show On with the show
Show must go on
My 2 cents –
Fun fact about me . I was a theater brat in high school. I did this song for an assignment on lip syncing.
Today is my appointment, finally with the gyno. I chose this song because Freddie was dying when he recorded it. He found the way to get up and be present even though he was in immense pain and suffering. while I am in no means comparing myself to him…it feels like a strong song for me to face the doctor with.
My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue under stormy skies But they’re never so blue as when I let them cry My father says I have English hair English hair, English hair Brown like the bark of an oak somewhere Like the bed of a lake where the hemlock grows Like the thorn in the stem of an English rose I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My Nana says I have travelling feet Travelling feet, travelling feet Slippers for princesses don’t fit me But I dance to my own drum, bright and bold And my travelling feet always get me home My sister says I’ve a restless soul Restless soul, restless soul Easy to catch, but I’m hard to hold Like a song on the wind that you caught one day I get under your skin, then I slip away I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue ‘Cause I’m a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes
My 2 cents –
I have been thinking a lot lately about the women I came from. I remember my great great grandmother on my father’s side. I really enjoyed my great grandmother on both sides. both of them were strong women. One taught me how to play scrabble when I was a toddler and I never once won. lol
I don’t have Irish eyes but I have enough of each one that I am a happy person.
Pattimouse 