Another day in this carnival of souls Another night settles in, as quickly as it goes The memories are shadows, ink on the page And I can’t seem to find my way home And it’s almost like Your heaven’s trying everything Your heaven’s trying everything To keep me out All the places I’ve been and things I’ve seen A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams The faces of people I’ll never see again And I can’t seem to find my way home ‘Cause it’s almost like Your heaven’s trying everything To break me down ‘Cause it’s almost like Your heaven’s trying everything To keep me out ‘Cause it’s almost like Your heaven’s trying everything To break me down ‘Cause it’s almost like Your heaven’s trying everything Your heaven’s trying everything To break me down To break me down To break me down Your heaven’s trying everything Your heaven’s trying everything To break me down
My 2 cents –
with chronic illness hitting hard and sensory overload setting in because of the weather changes…plus I overloaded my work load…I am feeling this song lately.
When you feel that rage (When you feel that) When you feel that rage We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark We’re the savages born from worlds apart Our past has shown just how we bleed A blind future in front of me Lost and fractured to the point of break So come and play with that rage (That rage) Light a match and reignite the flames (The flames) This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay We rush into the unknown Fearless and brave So don’t throw it away (That rage) Won’t stop until sweet victory We’ve been working towards the goal for most our lives Every challenge that we faced, we have survived Our confidence is growing everyday Finally it is our time to reign Our past has shown just how we bleed A blind future in front of me Lost and fractured to the point of break So come and play with that rage (That rage) Light a match and reignite the flames (The flames) This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay We rush into the unknown Fearless and brave So don’t throw it away (That rage) Won’t stop until sweet victory We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark We’re the savages born from worlds apart And now I know that this is just the start We will fight for everything we are RAGE, that RAGE (When you feel that rage, when you feel that) RAGE, that RAGE (When you feel that rage, when you feel that) Rage (That rage) Light a match and reignite the flames (The flames) This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay We rush into the unknown Fearless and brave So don’t throw it away (That rage) Won’t stop until sweet victory We will go down in history So come and play with that rage (That rage)
My 2 cents –
I find myself avoiding social media and news…I am enraged at the politics and shenanigans that the government is getting up to. I am scared for those who are endangered by the stupidity that is going on and I feel helpless.
We were three little girls from school. One was pretty, one was smart And one was a borderline fool. Well she’s still good lookin’ That woman hadn’t slipped a bit. The smart one used her head She made her fortune. And me, I cross the border every chance I get. We were the girls of the 50’s. Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s. And more than our names got changed As the 70’s slipped on by. Now we’re 80’s ladies. There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried. We’ve been educated. We got liberated. And had complicating matters with men. Oh, we’ve said “I do” And we’ve signed “I don’t” And we’ve sworn we’d never do that again. Oh, we burned our bras, And we burned our dinners And we burned our candles at both ends. And we’ve had some children Who look just like the way we did back then. Oh, but we’re all grown up now. All grown up, But none of us could tell you quite how. We were the girls of the 50’s. Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s. Hunny, more than our names got changed, As the 70’s slipped on by. Now we’re 80’s ladies. There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried. A- my name is Alice. I’m gonna marry Artie. We’re gonna sell apples And live in Arkansas. B- my name is Betty. I’m gonna marry Bobby. We’re gonna sell beans And live in Brazil. C- my name is Connie. I’m gonna marry Charlie. We’re gonna sell cars And live in California.
My 2 cents –
it’s March. I am going to be 50 next week and it’s making me feel strange. I never believed that I would see 30…now I am somehow 50? I have lived a full life and it is not even close to being over. I am going nostalgic for the music choice today but I kinda feel the song as well. There’s not much I have not tried – but I am still enjoying the possibility.
Cut me open and you’ll find A brain, heart, liver, lungs And a knife in the spine
It’s chilling to know that the last place you go Might be where the fat lady sings Does it hurt? I don’t know, and where do we go? We don’t tease fragile minds with such things
So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mold
It’s getting harder to know if I’m sane My issues are leaking outside of my veins Somebody save me or end me I haven’t yet made up my mind
If it leads to paranoia, boy, you might want to hit the floor Before exposure leads to a metamorphosis we can’t ignore Lost in the whisper and hung on a prayer If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there
So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mold
Will I be an end to someone’s destiny? Who’s to know? And will I give right in to my aggression? Who’s to know? Will I fall apart all alone Who’s to know? Or will I shine right through And lay this hate to rest with all of you?
So sell me down the river (down the river) First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver (I can deliver) I think we’ve finally broke the mold
My 2 cents –
today I have an mri. I will try to explain in my Thursday post ….but I am trying to keep the panic away right now .
‘Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not die.’ Cry! Last fire will rise Behind those eyes. Black house will rock, Blind boys don’t lie. Immortal fear, That voice so clear. Through broken walls, That scream I hear. Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill) Blue masquerade, Strangers look on. When will they learn This loneliness? Temptation heat Beats like a drum. Deep in your veins, I will not lie, Little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill) My Shangri-Las, I can’t forget Why you were mine. I need you now! Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill) Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall) Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die) Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear) Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill)
My 2 cents –
This week should be a love song due to valentine’s day. I just don’t feel it. My veiw of love is not something that is easily commercialized. So I went with a movie song redone to be more potent.
They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down We can feel an order Getting in our way We don’t need the rule of yesterday Breaking down the borders Tearing down the sides Hear this one last time They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They’ve got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up, up and down Up and down They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down We can feel an order Getting in our way We don’t need the rule of yesterday Breaking down the borders Tearing down the sides Hear this one last time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Up and down They just want your head Moving up and down Up and down Up and down They got inside your head Flip it upside down Upside down Upside down We can feel an order Getting in our way We don’t need the rule of yesterday Breaking down the borders Tearing down the sides Hear this one last time
My 2 cents –
21 years ago today I gave birth to my youngest son, though at the time I thought he was my only daughter. He has introduced me to a good bit of the music that I listen to now, though I have always been one with broad taste in music. This song keeps getting stuck in his father’s head….and I am amused by it.
Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather For the wind to suck For the sun to rot For the tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop
My 2 cents –
I hate the direction American politics have taken lately. I feel like the songs from the past are relevant again. Though the topic was not a good one, Billie Holiday had a gorgeous voice and made the song seem like such a beautiful thing. I am leaning into the older blues and jazz music lately…Because it seems to be relevant again…and that make me sad.
When you feel that rage (When you feel that) When you feel that rage
We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark We’re the savages born from worlds apart Our past has shown just how we bleed A blind future in front of me Lost and fractured to the point of break
So come and play with that rage (that rage) Light a match and reignite the flames (the flames) This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay We rush into the unknown Fearless and brave So don’t throw it away (that rage) Won’t stop until sweet victory
We’ve been working towards the goal for most our lives Every challenge that we faced, we have survived Our confidence is growing everyday Finally it is our time to reign
Our past has shown just how we bleed A blind future in front of me Lost and fractured to the point of break
So come and play with that rage (that rage) Light a match and reignite the flames (the flames) This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay We rush into the unknown Fearless and brave So don’t throw it away (that rage) Won’t stop until sweet victory
We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark We’re the savages born from worlds apart And now I know that this is just the start We will fight for everything we are RAGE, that RAGE (when you feel that rage, when you feel that) RAGE, that RAGE (when you feel that rage, when you feel that) Rage (that rage) Light a match and reignite the flames (the flames) This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay We rush into the unknown Fearless and brave So don’t throw it away (that rage) Won’t stop until sweet victory We will go down in history So come and play with that rage (that rage)
My 2 Cents –
too many people consider Rage as a variety of anger. Rage is so much more. and at the same time is. Rage is unconscious, uncontrollable, the first instinct when we get backed into a corner…. and yes it is anger, but it is also so much more.
I was once told that I should not be angry about the abuse that I suffered… I was told that I should forgive.
Anger is a safety mechanism. forgiving allows you to forget about the pain caused. It means letting go of righteous pain. that righteous pain built me into the person that I am. it made me empathetic, it made me kind, and it made me aware of the people that exist in this world who are going to hurt others.
I wake up every morning with my head up in a daze I’m not sure if I should say this, fuck, I’ll say it anyway Everybody tries to tell me that I’m going through a phase I don’t know if it’s a phase, I just wanna feel okay, yeah
I battle with depression, but the question still remains Is this post-traumatic stressing or am I suppressing rage? And my doctor tries to tell me that I’m going through a phase Yeah, it’s not a fucking phase, I just wanna feel okay, okay?
Yeah, I struggle with this bullshit every day And it’s probably ’cause my demons simultaneously rage It obliterates me, disintegrates me, annihilates me
‘Cause I’m about to break down, I’m searching for a way out I’m a liar, I’m a cheater, I’m a non-believer I’m a popular, popular monster I break down, falling into love now with falling apart I’m a popular, popular monster
I think I’m going nowhere like a rat trapped in a maze Every wall that I knock down is just a wall that I replace I’m in a race against myself, I try to keep a steady pace How the fuck will I escape if I never close my case?
Oh my God, I keep on stressing, every second that I waste Is another second sooner to a blessing I won’t take But my therapist will tell me that I’m going through a stage Yeah, it’s not a fucking stage, I just wanna feel okay, okay
Motherfucker, now you got my attention I need to change a couple things ’cause something is missing And what if I were to lie? Tell you everything is fine Every single fucking day I get closer to the grave, I am terrified
I fell asleep at the wheel again Crashed my car just to feel again It obliterates me, disintegrates me, annihilates me
‘Cause I’m about to break down, I’m searching for a way out I’m a liar, I’m a cheater, I’m a non-believer I’m a popular, popular monster I break down, falling into love now with falling apart I’m a popular, popular fucking monster
Yeah, here we go again, motherfucker, oh We’re sick and tired of wondering Praying to a god that you don’t believe We’re searching for the truth in the lost and found So the question I ask is Oh, where the fuck is your god now?
‘Cause I’m about to break down, I’m searching for a way out I’m a liar, I’m a cheater, I’m a non-believer I’m a popular, popular monster I break down, falling into love now with falling apart I’m not a popular, popular monster
I’m a liar, I’m a cheater, I’m a non-believer I’m a popular, popular monster
My 2 Cents –
There is something awful about this process. That loss of faith. In God, In community, In Self. And it is worse when you are being told that there is something wrong with you at the same time. There is not a damn thing wrong with being a monster. Be a monster, be yourself, Be Unique (10 points if you know where that is from)
Pattimouse 